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The tapestry,
a dichotomy of day
and night, of seasons lush
and seasons ripe, followed
by fallow days,
for even love must rest.

Wove a million years ago,
primordial, yet undying,
with interlocking weft and weave
in colors that grow rich
with wear.

This tapestry,
bequeathed with trust
that we would guard it well
in sickness and in health,
wears its patches proudly.

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