https://amzn.to/3gknC3r the U.S. link to the book.

Twine Years Ever since I remember as a little boy my grandmother much younger than I actually thought She appeared to be lost and looking for the lost sunset all day Another cloud goes by, and she smiles and says "it is about to become really pretty out here." She would sit in on a knotted wood framed chair and watch her world disappear as the moon came out to remind her for a moment of who she is. As she twisted some twine together hoping to someday make more blankets and sweaters. The woman with style at the 1950's ballroom halls. The men would look and she'd flash her ring. A quick look back at her military man in a picture frame. Smiling in the dust that buries the room. Her yellow wedding dress sits in the attic. She remembers the walks…