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Song of friendship

Day by day the shuttle plies its ordered way across the warp. The clanging treadles rise and fall above, below, above again. The pattern is a simple one. But now your tensile vibrant threads have joined with mine to thicken woof and color warp with reds and yellows, complement my greens and blues; How full, how full the pattern grows!

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