Kristín ÓMARSDÓTTIR MORNING GIFT

_{The socks are here.

The thread stretches and the thread disappears.
The thread is unyielding and the thread holds nothing.
The thread is blasé and the thread is ablaze.

The socks are here.
I bring them to you with the red dress.}

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