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Tango With Yarn

I regularly go Into denial that Sweaters shall pill.


I know this again with Ruthless clarity today.


Little daughter discovers My sweater stone three days ago, “What is this, mama?” (And a gong goes off That echos across my Whole. Life…

The revelation The dread The duty Or neglect.)

For the love of functional loveliness! Mercury retrograde: An innocent hike from Fall Equinox.

All those feelings The digestion Release The way reality sheds Its skin…

Shapeshifter, What is this anyway?