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Prompt: stitching something back together

It's a little late

Thread cannot be undone,

Knots can only be cut (to be removed).

We build our patchworks together

And then we find ourselves

In new places, half a tapestry

(still itself a whole), missing pieces

(to discover separately,

On inspection of a tale from

Last year about Community).

How do you tell those stories -

When so much has gone -

And it's all so vital?