I am a draper mad with love. I love you more than all the flannelette and calico, candlewick, dimity, crash and merino, tussore, cretonne, crepon, muslin, poplin, ticking and twill in the whole Cloth Hall of the world. I have come to take you away to my Emporium on the hill, where the change hums on wires. Throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh wool knitted jacket, I will warm the sheets like an electric toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.
-Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.
I don't normally like Dylan Thomas, but I find this passage so appealing. I hope you're all having a lovely week, I'm mind-bogglingly busy. Thank you to everyone who commented on my last post, I really appreciate your opinions.
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