Women Wordsmiths And Christmas By Nishi Pulugurtha

*Warmth*

On a small table that folds up in the corner of the sunshine yellow room a piece of wax moulded by troubled hands that craft to bring a smile and some warmth - in anxious times that haunt and linger - Of strife and dissent Of voices heard and unheard the hands that craft hurt as they work and hold on a little solace that might linger for some time, some hope to hold on to.

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