#threadless-gs

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"A deep sigh tips the crane to lean on its right wing.  Its paper was dyed a deep indigo – the moment when the ocean begins to darken, and our toes suddenly can’t reach the bottom.”

 - a bit from the beginning, Threadless

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'"Tell me," she said.  "You are a gatherer of stories.  Is this life worth the telling?" 

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"...Before, you said memories -- that these are all memories.  It was like a vision, but I could feel and smell and hear everything.  Is that...is that what I'm about to get?  A box of memories you can actually stand in."

"Yes, you could call it that."

- an excerpt from Threadless

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"My memories are like dreams, and my dreams are like memories.  They shake me raw with their vehement vividness.

...

What wrenches me away -- the remnants of an overwhelming consternation, the loss, the clenched, driving contempt, or a clear voice downstairs calling my name and 'would you like some dinner?'

I am heavy, it makes me cough.  I manage a response, 'yes, I'm coming.'

The sounds of this world, his voice -- guide me as if through water, hold me like a lifeguard, elbows under my arm, and I can feel the warm swirl of water beneath my legs as I am propelled to shore.  The salt sea laps at my face.

I roll within the sheets and stretch my chest open, regain my feet, and pull a shirt over my head.  A splash of cold water on my face, through my hair.  It drips down my neck.  The dream and the past steeped in it still pull at my calves and the gaps between my wrist bones as I make my way down the stairs."

- an excerpt from Threadless