This is a female text, composed by folding someone else's clothes. My mind holds it close, and it grows, tender and slow, while my hands perform innumerable chores.This is a female text, born of guilt and desire, stitched to a soundtrack of nursery rhymes.

-Doireann Ní Ghríofa

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