Wool on the wire that feeds on fog

Wenlock Edge The weather has carded the bits of sheep wool into swags and the mizzle fills them full of treasureWisps of sheep’s fleece snagged on barbed wire are full of pearls and crystal. The wool has lost its mattress-stuffing quality and, now wet, its lanolin makes the moisture from drizzle and damp stand out in droplets. These gleam with what little light is left, giving the fleece effulgence, as if it were a living substance like fungal threads or root hairs feeding on the fog.
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