Sunday, December 28, 2008


He sat, mesmerized, by how she cast the yarn onto the needle: the yarn drawn out, then wrapped around the V of her two fingers, the twist of her hand, the slip over the point of the needle, and the pulling of the knot taut, the yarn running like an anchor chain dropping into the ocean—and each sequence of steps repeated over and over in constant succession, like breathing, unconscious, necessary, persistent, now.

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