Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
They finish their wall and move on to help Loren with his wall, which goes well. She finds that three people working on one wall is unnecessary though, and while Korbin seems to be enjoying the work, she doesn’t mind switching tasks. ”I can start working on the door,” she says, making her way over, figuring one of the other men would come to join her soon enough. They didn’t all need to work on the walls anymore.
Weaver sets to work, beginning to create the space in the wall that could serve as a door. It is tedious but good work, and she doesn’t mind the manual labor. It quiets her mind and leaves a bit of sweat on her brow.
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Weaver works on the door.
Weaver sets to work, beginning to create the space in the wall that could serve as a door. It is tedious but good work, and she doesn’t mind the manual labor. It quiets her mind and leaves a bit of sweat on her brow.
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Weaver works on the door.
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
