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Threads of Memory

Threads are woven
From hand through skein
But never does
The tapestry move,
For all is found in its
Waft and weave
Sometimes ending
Sometimes not.
Place is found upon the lines.
Follow the threads
If you can.
Sometimes the beginning
Is lost in time.

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