Wool.
Wholrs of softness.
Decadent, creamy.
It kept a bleating beast warm many winters ago.
Plaited.
External vertabrae extending down the abdomen.
Homemade.
Each stitch bears a burden of care.
Water.
Shrunken, wizened with years of sitting in the cupboard.
Grandfather.
Cancer carried him away.
I was too young to fully appreciate his wisdom.
This exudes warmth
As the frigid air wraps intself around my fingertips.
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