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A line
It spins
A thread begins
Strings of gold connect the air
Binding thoughts I didn’t dare
Each knot pulled tight reveals a clue
A bridge, a guide, to something new
Thread that weaves through time and space
Thread that holds this fragile place
Thread that guides, that lifts, that binds
Thread that spins the world divine
