Writing, like knitting, requires that the work be moved by the needle which always seeks one stitch further.
The tip of the pen sometimes turns ‘idly’ in my heart and struggles to catch the next stitch.
The text remains an unusable garment, a scarf where many stitches are missing.
It doesn’t heat up anymore
For today.
Notes & Silence 
If one drops a stitch, one must unravel to the point of error and continue more carefully…!
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