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The sweater could have fitted the both of them within, a sort of warm cocoon for those black wintry nights.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 13, 2020.
It was the kind of sweater that lasts for years, the kind that was knitted with good wool by a person of good heart.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 13, 2020.
The sweater was the kind that fitted her form, hugging her all through the daytime.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 13, 2020.
The sweater was so ugly it was beautiful, and in her bold-rippling laughter she knew it was the very best thing she'd ever seen.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 13, 2020.