The Knife - "Wrap Your Arms Around Me". I was wearing a gold link bracelet as I whipped around the corner. It caught. And I didn't feel it. I was two steps in when I felt the tug at my wrist; looked down; there this long fine sag. One gold link, caught on a nail, and the whole bracelet stretched out behind me, distended, pulled long like taffy. I gathered the bracelet in my other hand. I felt like I was carrying some mythic material - finest spidersilk, elvish mithril. Later I wondered how far I could have gone. How finely could the gold have been pulled? Could I run around the world? Could I pull this metal into a slender thread, one atom thick? How supple was this hard, mined material, plundered from the earth.

Some metals are softer than they look. Some crashing banging clanging feelings - they can be folded into tiny little packets, so small they almost disappear. A teardrop weighs nothing at all.

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