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"Me, Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard, née Ogmore, maid of Llaregyb Hill, lay abed with Mr Ogmore, and Mr Pritchard, both dead, and the one who smelt of onions asked: 'What time is it?' and the one who smelt of her washing said: 'Time to get up and be quiet in the lounge.' And I, with my double husbands, knit one, purl one, in the dark, in my cold and tidy house."

quote from 'Under Milk Wood' a radio play by Dylan Thomas

knitting in the dark

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Knitting Memories in the Dark

Knit one, purl one
two knit together.
On we go, entwining begun.
Next a loop we pull to tether
Then a purl one, a reversal done.
Now a lace embrace, two as one forever.

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