sun came into view as mixed breed of ginger raspberry … carmine, peaches so full of grace they burden the mother limb. O Weaver, you exhale the sweet fragrance of valor upon a sleepy discontented world while dreamers dream their dreams between the stillness of daybreak and noon day hour; knowing there is something better for each of us as the loveless wheel of human chatter grinds on
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