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For many, many years, my Great Aunt sent me hand knit mittens for Christmas. Every year, my Mother made me write a thank you note to her. Each year I dreaded the gift.
I am now in my forties, and the mittens that were made with love and care, have survived the years, and continue to keep me warm to this day, and are quite beautiful.
My Mother was with me to cut our Christmas tree this year, and recognised the mittens that I was wearing, and asked me about them. I replied that no other mittens kept me as warm in the Minnesota winters as those.
Thank you Dear Great Aunt, I never appreciated your love and skill when you were alive, perhaps you may still get my message.
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