Waking this morning, struck with the longing of a lover for a sweater I once treated carelessly. I, not understanding the value of things, let a season’s worth of treasure unravel from me. For a sweater I once treated carelessly, an uncomfortably fluffy sheep gave skeins --- shed a season’s worth of wooly treasure, unraveling, to roll upon fresh, grassy slopes, under sun-soaked skies. An uncomfortably fluffy sheep gave skeins, spun into multiple hues of purples and blues, to roll upon fresh, grassy slopes, under sun-soaked skies, bouncing out fist-fulls of delightful puff-balls. Spun into multiple hues of purples and blues, perfumed with essential oils and fashioned together, bouncing fist-fulls of delightful puff-balls shape and form within the hands of a loving spinner.
Perfumed with essential oils and fashioned together, I, not understanding the value of things shape and form within the hands of a loving spinner, waking this morning, struck with the longing of a lover.
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