She felt along the edge putting only the slightest amount of pressure with the very tips of her smooth fingers. Rough snags forced her to slow down and glide over these patches. The edge was irregular--not too unusual for homemade items. The left corner of her mouth lifted as she recalled the effort that had been put into every item inside the house that she still lived in. Years had gone by and she had forgotten many of the mechanics for each piece. The porch was always a soothing place where the forest which had given her a home was visible. Countless items needed repair or to be replaced altogether. But there was never anyone else to build with.