Scratch, rustle, rasp. Black thread twined through silver needle, slicing through Burgundy cloth. Slick, soft and warm beneath my flattened palm, 100% polyester exhales the night just passed. Firm need, cold and bright against my forefinger; thin spaghetti strap slowly laced back to bodice. Nimble work, while my body cools in the halfway almost dawn of January. Outside, the next-door neighbour's wind chimes pogo in the breeze.
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| Photo credit D Base. Getty images |
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