It took some time to realise you weren’t there, but it was a moment when I needed you the most – the chill on the train had picked up and my need for you as a blanket was paramount.
My hand dug deep into the bag where you are always kept on our journeys, only to find the space empty, vacant of your little threads.
Then it dawned on me. You have been abandoned, little Pashy. I saw the image immediately: placed on the shower hook, still sandy from our visit to Byron Bay beach.
It is there you sit, waiting expectantly for another home: a bin, perhaps? or a lady with exquisite taste?
Pink Pashmina you have been a champion companion and I am dearly sorry for our parting.
Yours always and forever,
A freezing cold Natty
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