yarn-swapping

Updated: June 9, 2025

And then the rhythm of the music became too much for us, and we did not speak any more, only danced; only danced and liked each other more and more. That night it seemed there were no tired men or women in Aiken. There were no lingering groups of yarn-swapping men in the buffet, only half-melted humanity who gulped down a glass of champagne and flew back to the dance.

Gouverneur Morris - We Three