In the spring, before CIII and Rebbie moved, they came down to visit and Rebbie brought me down a present of yarn. One ball of this lovely wool, fair trade from Uruguay, sort of a dusky green, unevenly spun, that I could just roll around in my hands all day without ever knitting. But just one ball. And I desperatle want to knit something with it
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