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Crafting Memories: My Grandmother's Wreath Tradition
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My grandmother made a wreath every single November. Same kitchen table. Same wire frame. Same bowl of cranberries and dried orange slices and cinnamon sticks she had collected all year. She never bought a wreath in her life. I thought about her last November when I caught myself reaching for one in a store. I put it back. Drove home. Pulled out a wire frame from the craft store. Started gathering. Pine branches from the backyard. Dried orange slices from the oven. A handful of cinnamon sticks. Some ribbon from last year. It took two hours. It smelled like every
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