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" In the evenings, with the light good for nothing but spinning and skeining, they joined the other women in the household in their gemæcce pairs, old woman with old, young with young, women who had woven and spun and carded together for years, through first blood and marriage and babies, who had minded each other’s crawling toddlers and bound each other’s scraped youngsters, and wept as each other’s sons and daughters died of the lung wet, or at hunt, or giving birth to their own children-all while they spun and carded and wove, shared and scritched and sowed. "
― Nicola Griffith , Hild