Arts & CraftsKrystal Languell
There is a code I will not learn for how to step over strangers’ graves, how to knit anything other than a shroud. Instructions say the yarn must be loose enough to weave back into itself; The lavender, the string— Embroider. You can practice, but I quit. I will never produce a bonnet. Even when I try, crafts come out wrong. In the cemetery, we gathered on the hill to watch fireworks.
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