knit tender_square grandma's grey needles are almost as long my femur. ten millimeters to wrap and shift a thick cable of wine-stained polyester off one point and onto the other. thirty stitch iteration repeated: every row a mountain range, a raised, soft bump of irritated texture. the football-sized skein depletes with my tugs and twists, unravels from spheroid to loose line. 221217 what's it to you? who go blather from