So many fibres pass through my hands.
I am the conduit for the grass, and the wind, and the sheep.
I shape the wool to keep my family warm
With socks and hats and sweaters.
They don't know, they haven't touched, each stitch
Each moment of my love captured in wool.
My life, entwined with theirs, tied up in the sheep's fleece,
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