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The blanket you knit when someone you love is leaving

You start it in April. Four months seems enough time to knit a blanket for a friend moving to Edinburgh. The wool is soft, expensive, a colour between moss and slate. You chose it because she once said it reminded her of Scottish hills.

The rows pile up slowly. You knit on the train, in front of the television, waiting for the kettle. By June the thing has weight. You can feel its future: folded on a sofa in a flat you have not seen, in a city you will visit twice a year if you are lucky.

Making something for someone who is going away feels different to making for an arrival or a wedding. Those are about beginnings. This is about continuity. The blanket says: I was here, you were here, we mattered.

The roses are out now across Richmond’s gardens, full and heavy. Everything blooms and then scatters. You cast off the final row and weigh the blanket in your hands. It is exactly what you meant it to be.

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