At that first kiss of frost the shawls come out, then the mittens, the lambskin for the chair. Wool blankets are aired out after a summer of loving darkness in cedar and lavender. In every tote there is a sock in progress, DPNs akimbo and fuzzy umbilicuses wound around pen caps and ke…
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