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If you eat all of the grape and cherry children’s chewable vitamins first, there’ll be only orange left.

Eternally she sits, weaving her words into tapestries of lavish enthrallment. The loom before her casts a green-blue glow on her single downcast eye. She is always poised, this woman of intellect and mystery, my secret siren; ever-vigilante to capture the unwary and unformed word drifting past, softly spinning it into her tale. The soft clicking of her loom haunts my mind, the spun magic scattered about its corners and floating before my eyes. Not entirely against its will, it falls back into the woven silk and dreams.