I give to you an observation in eleventy-one words...
It hung like a tiny suspended waterfall and glistened in the fluorescent subway glow. The white, gray, and black threads intermingled forming a monochromatic yarn durable enough for the assembly of heavy rope and yet soft enough for the creation of an afghan that would coddle a newborn. A single string could anchor a Snoopy float, haul in a marlin, lasso a bull. It could be used to string a bow that would yield a magnificent sound upon an aged Stradivarius. It could be tailored into a plush garment that would vex many a conservative Catholic. And yet all I could think at the time was, please sir, shave your mole…
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