I am with Mum joining some kind of embroidery group. The group meet in what feels like is a vast city train station. Mum talks to the woman she has been messaging online. The woman is rude to Mum - some imagined slight. This makes me angry. People lining up in rows of two. I think about my embroidery project. I hope it is good enough.
Sitting in a room. I sit apart from them. I am angry with the way Mum has been treated. I am glad when we leave.
A cityscape at night.
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