Transition
She took a warm sheet of blanket,
created from everything the river of time
carried,
covering her children from the feet,
to the neck.
The blanket carried dreams which seeped
into their minds,
teaching them the ways of time.
They dreamed, grew, and learned. As they grew,
the blanket slowly slid to their feet,
soon disappearing to the mist of timelessness
on the floor.
After they woke up,
none of them knew how to make the blanket of time;
they only knew what it carried,
and why they were covered.......
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