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  • Writer's pictureJess Frey

The Weaver

My beloved

Sometimes the place you are used to

is not the place you belong.

Do you dare

move beyond what you see and know

Stitched patchwork of many lives

begins to unravel and unwind

known as falling apart


twisting back in through over again and again

These invisible threads


Loop then to now

Tie this to that

Thread old to new

Join me and you

Link eye to eye

Bind heart to heart


The weaver weaving a web

That which is being woven


As One.

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