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ОглавлениеThe weaver
I spin stories for you,
in you,
like a cocoon,
a pocket in which you can live,
cushioning you from sharpness,
sudden impact.
I spin stories for you,
unfolding them before you
like a Persian rug
which I weave with thought,
laced with laughter, on which you can tiptoe
through the paths of your life.
Dancing in the garden