Sissy sits in the garden with a book. She shimmers like a soap bubble in the evening light, so delicate, Iām afraid to breath. Sissy read all the time. I used to find it boring as hell, but now, what… Continue Reading →
The first time that thread wound through my hooks and needles, all I felt was agitation. The drone ā perhaps lacking the proper updates with regards to my mechanical system ā botched the job and left one strand wrapped the… Continue Reading →
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