I rate the tatting on your bedding the sound of a power-drunk lifeguard’s whistle, sharply directed at three barefoot children — two siblings and their cousin visiting from Des Moines — while running across a scalding mid-August swimming pool deck, toward a shrinking sliver of shade.
Elizabeth Atherton 
juddbagley September 14, 2019
I rate the tatting on your bedding the sound of a power-drunk lifeguard’s whistle, sharply directed at three barefoot children — two siblings and their cousin visiting from Des Moines — while running across a scalding mid-August swimming pool deck, toward a shrinking sliver of shade.
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