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Jan 2022
All of it a tapestry
Much expected is still unwoven
And lies in coils at our feet
Parts of it have come undone
Some of the colours and shapes are mixed up
But it hangs on the wall
And we keep on collectively weaving in spite of it all
ottaross
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ottaross  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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