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    Hand-Knit Sweater

    The sweaters my grandmother made hung loose, so I could grow into them.
    by Ken Liu Jun 22, 2020 2 minutes

    This essay is part of Fashion in Isolation, a special issue on the intimate, contradictory, and ultimately inescapable relationship we have to what we wear.

    Winter evening.

    Six-year-old me did my homework at the dinner table; my grandmother sat next to me, knitting

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