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It is sloth slow, one off, one on, knit forth, purl back, rhythmic travel that goes nearly nowhere but even four ply eventually gets somewhere, here a pause some one-third through, the wool designed to make faux argyle socks I have reconsigned to a scarf, my venture into socks being more down at heel, than well-shod. But the partly made knitted thing, the yarn’s two states of pattern, the needles angles, the afternoon light, all contrive to please.
It is sloth slow, one off, one on, knit forth, purl back, rhythmic travel that goes nearly nowhere but even four ply eventually gets somewh...
