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The creek purls cold and fast through gigantic trees, their buttressed trunks shaggy with age, and their tops snaggletoothed from centuries of storms.

The only sounds are our own voices, the crackle of the fire, the purl of the river, the dull drone of the barges, and the constant chorus of bullfrogs, birds, bugs and coyotes.

In the pull and twitch of particle affinities—knitting and purling the fabric of the universe— something has not been accounted for that prolongs the Muon’s mortal wobble.

After mastering the basic knit and purl stitches, Mr. Daley conquered the more complicated colorwork knitting techniques and last August added crochet to his craft repertoire.

The teal green river danced and purled, pure, cold and fast.