growing up in Rougemont, North Carolina, summer sights from the porch swing included a magically-different-every-night sun setting over a pond with rows of tobacco waiting to be harvested. to think i couldn't wait to get out of there. nowadays i would give just about anything to see one of those sunsets again.
[these promotional 'needle books' are from my Grandma Fannie's sewing stash.]
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