He was wide and bulky in a plain dark suit made from some kind of heavy wool.

She wanted to feel his skin, the heat of it radiated through the heavy wool he wore.

It was heavy wool with a large hood that seemed to be lined in black satin.

Clothe the bass line in summer linen, not heavy wool.

The blanket was heavy wool, and she could feel the weight of it against her skin.

And suddenly I was overwhelmed in a cloud of heavy, damp black wool.

Warmed by the summer sun and vitrim, she no longer needed the heavy wool.

Holding the heavy wool close, her instinct was to hurry from the room, but instead she drew herself up and turned around slowly.

The young men in the heavy wools looked around.

The heavy, soft wool was enough to smother the flames.