The Biscuit Tin My Grandmother Kept for Reasons I Only Understood Later
Grandma’s biscuit tin sat on the top shelf of her kitchen cabinet for as long as I could remember. It was an old, dented tin with faded flowers on the lid, and despite its original purpose, it never once held biscuits. Inside was her sewing kit: spools of thread in every shade imaginable, buttons that…
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