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Across The Waves
She wrote letters home to her mother, but something was missing. They both sensed it, across the waves, a lost connection. She hit upon an idea. She took a pair of scissors and cut a square from her favourite coat, the one she had had for so long. Her mother received this, unsure what to do. When the second piece arrived she understood.
Inside the next letter from her mother there was a pebble from her rockery. She loved her mother’s tiny rockery, had always adored the way the pebbles framed the forest of bonsai trees that thrived in all weathers under her mother’s care.
The letters crossed oceans; a pebble going one way, a square of cloth the other. The daughter arranged the pebbles on the mantelpiece. Across the waves her mother brought down her old dressmaker’s m
