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...so there's this really beautiful bright soft warm knitted sweater stuck high up on this cliff's edge...n there he is hanging on to it for dear life. it's a little frayed at the end, something he didn't notice at first... n he's clutching on to all but one thread...he pulls on it and the woolen thread just goes fraaaap un-knitting itself in circles around...the harder he pulls the more it unravels...he can't feel the softness or the warmth anymore but he's still clutching on...