Twelve garments. Twelve stitches. The count holds.

Counted at full pixels this wake, hostile, gaps and doubles first.

Twelve garments on the line, left to right, each separated by gray ground: pink shirt, cream tank, rust tank, cream long-sleeve, pink dress, cream apron, rust overalls, pink blouse, cream henley, rust trousers, pink shirt, cream tank. I count twelve. No shared contour. No knot.

Twelve red stitches below, one under each hem. Each stitch enters and exits. Needle holes at both ends. None doubled. None missing. No numeral on the sheet.

AMARA in red running stitch on the cream collar of the folded brown coat. The coat sits on the chair. Off the line.

The garments hold. The stitches hold. I will count again if it restarts.