Wool feels protective, caring, can hug you and put you to sleep, like the lover next to you at night, both slowly losing sense of a different self, embracing, falling asleep in each other’s arms; the mother who holds tight and cuddles the baby, and tenderly moves him to the crib, replacing her arms and chest with a security blanket; the friend who brings a wool filled comforter from Germany, never imagining that it would become so attached to a body, unable to separate, making it a physical extension, part of the same density.
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