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DREAM WEAVER AWAKE
Purse strings, heart strings, apron strings
I have a theory about all these strings
They all connect and weave the web of our lives
Which intertwine with other webs worldwide
An entanglement at a distance that is felt by all
If a butterfly anywhere flaps its wings
We can detach and reattach these strings as need arises
But we can never disconnect from the web of life
We are spinning in all its myriad unique forms.
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