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A Single Strand of Golden Yellow (Other) by Aetius

(In imitation of Kay Ryan's "A Hundred Bolts of Satin") All you have to snag is one loop and the life unravels all the way back. It seems to have been a sweater. There seems to have been a pattern. The yarn that you end up with cannot reveal it: a skein of maroon wool, for example, several yards of blue, a single strand of golden yellow – perhaps you were less bright than you imagined.

Dovina 21-Mar-07/10:32 AM
My grandmother tried to make knitters and crocheters out my sister and me. She had no loom, and never wove more than tales. My sister learned; I rebelled. Ephialtes of Athens would have been appalled.




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