Laleh Presses the Treadle; the Blue Shed Opens

Sabine’s corrected mechanisms persuaded me and made one habit embarrassing. I had begun asking an enlarged hand to certify every responsible act.

Laleh chose the oil-darkened treadle, her scuffed left boot, and the chalk dates beside the loom beam. I kept the route through her hip, knee, shin, and sole. The cobalt cord crosses a join between two visits, pulls the heddle bar, and opens enough space for the brick-red shuttle. Her hands remain in the picture without being made to perform the argument.