where went the weavers who told stories traversing time and space? who wove the world into a tapestry of all possibilities waiting to take shape where are the weavers who have walked through the dark night? who have wandered in pure wonder free from worry, ego, pride where are the weavers who will not look away? who watch and who weep and still will themselves to stay where are the weavers? this world so needs to be rewoven long overdue for a weaving connect the living to the whole again where are the… oh wait… we’ve been waiting for the weaving where we could’ve already woven while we waited watched and wandered wallowed in wonder and wept the world went on unweaving in our hibernation while we slept are we the weavers we’ve been waiting for?
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