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I love mindless, repetitive activity. I do not own a ball winder and can't imagine why anyone would ever want to deny themselves the pleasure of spending an afternoon winding wool. The tangled end is the yarn equivalent of a good jigsaw puzzle. Some people think it is liberating to just cut that part away, time being more precious than the last few yards. It is a combination of wanting to accept the challenge and fear that keeps me winding. I just know that if I cut off the last bits I will be absolutely certain to run short.
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