In the old folk lore, at her loom the old lady in the sky,
Spins dreams and wisps of clouds in the blink of an eye,
One of them could have been mine,
Not to believe in anything is no longer a comfort but a whine.
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What a wondrous image you have weaved for us here thank you for such an insightful look at the beauty of the world around us through the scenes of a textile maker-10