I was sewing a seam one day -
just this way -
Flashing four silver stitches there
With thread, like this, fine as a hair,
And then four here, and there again,
The seam I sewed dropped out of sight...
I saw the sea come rustling in,
Big and grey, windy and bright...
Then my thread that was as thin
As hair, tangled up like smoke
And broke.
I threaded up my needle, then--
Four here, four there, and here again.

Hazel Hall

One, two, three.

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