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"This wool is so gorgeous; it comes form Wales."

"You so silly, whales don't have wool."

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The balls of wool were a rainbow before its colours shone full bright, softly glowing as if promising to grow all the bolder.

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The clack of the knitting needles had a pleasant mesmerising sensation on my brain, as if the sound was massaging it ever so gently. I'd reach out my child-sized hand to touch the wool, sensing its softness, taking in its pastel hue with my peak-happiness brain.

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The wool jiggled over the arm of the chair as if it were the world's most tame snake caught in a fit of giggles.

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I would imagine the wool as the finest of pillows for any fairy princess, soft and with the scent of wild roses.