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He has seen a thousand things and he will see a thousand more.
The threads that weave existence into being are ever moving, ever shifting, ever breaking.
A thought is all it takes to shift one outcome to another.
A single breath is all that is needed to change fate as it is woven.
The tension of the warp, the pass of the weft. A single shift in the hands that pull our strings and our world unravels around us.
Weave and unweave.
Cut and knot and pull.
Shape what must be and look ever ahead to know what may come to pass.
The future has never been fully made until it has become the past.
And remember,
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