Felicia would sit at her loom picking up her pattern warps on a metal needle. All I could seee was the long end of the needle flicking to and fro as it emerged from her wrists. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how she ws forming and reading the patterns. Finaly I was aboe to persuade her to set up a miniaturewarp for me on another loom and picked out the simplest design I could find from a book I had bought at the museum.
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