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Witching hour…

When needle and thread, that mends the cloth between my fingers, mends the soul.
A patch is meant to hold, fixed by heat, fixed with needle.
A decoration covers the damage, not to be hidden but to become a part of the whole.
The work goes swift, with quiet chant just under my breath, feels like an old path walked upon.
A knot to hold, to hold the good, to stop the fray. 

And a safety pin, for accident which can’t be seen until it’s too late.