Maybe some day I'll realise I'm the sweater and that I have it in me to mend it without damaging it. Maybe the mending is what makes it pretty again, even though the stiches will be in plain sight. Maybe the mended parts are what makes life worth the effort. Maybe life is more like a quilt than a knitted sweater that comes undone. Every new episode in life is another piece of the quilt.
Or maybe I'm just rambling because I don't want to go back to my school work...
/Linn