Gone but still breathing

I went in to the vast cavernous space on the 4th floor of Salts Mill (all quarter of a mile of it) for an exhibition today  – it still whiffs of lanolin. The air was heavy with particles and the breath of a thousand mill workers.
Worsted
Alpaca
Mohair
My eyes, throat and nose were building up to a huge post-industrial sneeze. I was there as a baby in the belly of my mother. I recall that sensation well.
Take a mask if you are sensitive to hard graft.

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