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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I am a weaver, a lacemaker, an apprentice to spiders. Thin cotton threads encircle one hand, a walnut shuttle in the other. I am bound to my task, tatting delicate picots like tiny, blinking stars or snowy, dancing anemones. The fresh smell of wild carrot wafts around me like an aura. Each fragile, flowery cluster&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I will gather the phlox from along the road. I will weave myself a purple and white crown. I will call myself Spring. I will call myself Bride. He will make love to me in a green bed of winter wheat. He will bury his head in my hair and sleep. I will listen to&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The potted basil grows in the kitchen window. Its glossy green leaves graze my long hair as I lean over the sink to rinse soapy dishes. The sweet, fresh scent works into my scalp, and I still smell cloves when I fall asleep. I dream of my husband deadheading flowers to keep the plants in&#8230;</p>
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