Savoring the good even if it is as humble as a beautifully knitted pair of socks  

 ODE TO MY SOCKS by Pablo Neruda

‘Maru Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted with her own sheepherder hands, two socks as soft as rabbits.    I slipped my feet into them as if they were two cases knitted with threads of twilight and the pelt of sheep…..’

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