The magic cloth that hides the body, that removes it from the world of sight without removing it from the world of bodies. In other words, the root of self, a woven cloth, a skin, a pelt, a plait of hair. It is a point at which Earth and body join and other bodies become seeds casts in a ritual story. In life, it makes a body pale: a ghost. In death, it covers a body with a pallor. It takes it over completely. Until then, it is the pleats and folds one wears, teasing death to create privacy in life.

Flax Showing its Pleats in the Snow

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