Skeins

She didn't so much as she liked wrapping up skeins of yarn into balls. Sometimes she would pick up a stray scrap of string or yarn and spend the rest of the day winding and unwinding it, twisting it around her finger, tighter and tighter until she could feel the blood pooling up in the tip, bring a throb in the purplish color, released in a rush only to start the process again.

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