Thy conscious journeys wistfully into the past
responding with passion of life into the present
through this journey the tapestry will be formed and reformed
a mystique, not knowing where the tapestry will go
the past will stay
we will live presently
future is ours to see
as we go we will weave carefully our tapestry of who we are
THE TAPESTRY OF WHO WE ARE
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