The Old Storyteller

Knitting yarns of sun-lit rainbow mist and storm-dark clouds once lightning kissed, she clothed such beauty to our days blessed by her bright mind-magic ways.
A wee verse I wrote in 2004 and serendipitous bit of lighting later.

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