It is amazing how a simple, furtive piece of fabric can make one feel. The secret that you know and no one else knows.
Perhaps it is a girl thing. But I think of a story my mission companion once told me about the early pioneers. Not fully understanding the garment, they died them pink and sewed lace on them.
It is a clandestine knowledge that you have and no one else does.
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