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Becoming a Tailor
Woven in the fabric of life
There is a thread that runs through us all
Sturdy as it may appear
It frays at deferent times and places
The cloth sheds a single strand
The fiber of its individuality
But the sheath of the cloth that shed
Is said to have departed,
Leaving a hole in the fabric
To be stitched and mended
By the tailor in all of us
JRP
April 21, 2012