A serendipitous thing...

Dalsouple Neck Pieces

Not bad for a bit of rubber.

Growths. Growing.

Something to make you feel on the edge of uneasy.

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Smothering, disfiguring and destroying.

I once heard her say 'I have got to knit'. I believed that she had knit me as a child.

I liked what it did on it's own anyway...the lambswool.

If somebody found a ribbon, I like that.

You could wrap it around your finger until it is red, this ribbon that you found could restrict you.

You could watch it hanging.

A ribbon is never just a ribbon.

Traps worn on the finger, 'come close, go away', all at once.