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Conceived by Kevin MacKenzie and sewn by Melinda Van Hove, Regina, SK
Story is an element. It is with us for the ages, and warms us like fire. We are each a container for story. Like an egg.
My early campfire was a visit from the eggman. The eggman popped in with a dozen fresh ones most friday evenings while I was growing up. He and my dad would swap tales for what seemed like all night. And as long as i stayed
close to the warmth of the stories, I was safe from a rational thinking mummy who would sooner have seen me in bed. In the cigarette smoke, with me sometimes under the table, sometimes curled (or more likely wiggling) in my dad's lap, and other times seated on a chair like a grown up, I craved their experience, and I listened.
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