Time

Time 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Strands are woven around my body, through my mind, inside the very marrow of my soul.

Woven by me?

By others?

By demands?

Woven by God.

Woven, yes.  But not a trap.

Always, always an opportunity.

Time.

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