For the odd and wool-wrapped
Carded in small batches, layered, unruly, and a little unpredictable.Each batt is...
Dyed in small batches, fleeting and wyrd. No two alike, never exact...
Spun by my own hands, using fiber I’ve dyed in small, wyrd...
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