The closest I got to this was as a kid at the shore when I split my big toe on an oyster shell. There were no adults around so I washed out the split, pushed the meat back inside and sewed it up with black thread. My parents never noticed until it had healed and I was pulling the thread out of my toe. When they saw they freaked out; I thought I had done something wrong.
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Remarkable.
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Hand Sewn Portraits – BY David Catà
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The closest I got to this was as a kid at the shore when I split my big toe on an oyster shell. There were no adults around so I washed out the split, pushed the meat back inside and sewed it up with black thread. My parents never noticed until it had healed and I was pulling the thread out of my toe. When they saw they freaked out; I thought I had done something wrong.
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