I woke up in the dark, as if hearing the sun coming from behind the edges of the

I woke up in the dark, as if hearing the sun coming from behind the edges of the night. And then she sat down at the loom. clear line, to start the day. Delicate line of light color, that she was passing between the extended wires, while outside the morning light outlined the horizon. Then more vivid wools, warm wools were being woven hour by hour, in a long carpet that never ended. If the sun was too strong, and in the garden the petals hung, the girl placed thick gray threads of the fluffiest cotton on the shuttle. Soon, in the shadows brought by the clouds, chose a silver thread, which in long stitches was embroidered over the fabric. Leve, the rain came to greet her at the window. But if for many days the wind and cold fought with the leaves and scared the birds, the girl just had to weave with her beautiful golden threads, so that the sun could calm nature again. Thus, throwing the shuttle from side to side and beating the large combs of the loom back and forth, the girl spent her days. He lacked nothing. When hungry, I wove a beautiful fish, with care of scales. And behold, the fish was on the table, ready to be eaten. If thirst came, soft was the milk-colored wool that interwoven the carpet. And at night, after casting his thread of darkness, slept peacefully. Weaving was all she did. Weaving was all I wanted to do. But weaving and weaving, she herself brought the time when she felt alone, and for the first time he thought about how good it would be to have a husband by his side. Didn't wait for the next day. With the care of someone who tries something never known before, began to weave wool and colors into the carpet that would keep it company. And little by little his desire began to appear, Feathered hat, bearded face, upright body, polished shoe. I was just finishing weaving the last thread of the shoe stitch, when they knocked on the door. Didn't even need to open. The young man put his hand on the doorknob, took off his feather hat, and entered his life. That night, lying on his shoulder,

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I woke up in the dark , as if hearing the sun coming from behind the edges of the night . And then she sat down at the loom . clear line , to start the day . Delicate line of light color , that she was passing between the extended wires , while outside the morning light outlined the horizon . Then more vivid wools , warm wools were being woven hour by hour , in a long carpet that never ended . If the sun was too strong , and in the garden the petals hung , the girl placed thick gray threads of the fluffiest cotton on the shuttle . Soon , in the shadows brought by the clouds , chose a silver thread , which in long stitches was embroidered over the fabric . Leve , the rain came to greet her at the window . But if for many days the wind and cold fought with the leaves and scared the birds , the girl just had to weave with her beautiful golden threads , so that the sun could calm nature again . Thus , throwing the shuttle from side to side and beating the large combs of the loom back and forth , the girl spent her days . He lacked nothing . When hungry , I wove a beautiful fish , with care of scales . And behold , the fish was on the table , ready to be eaten . If thirst came , soft was the milk-colored wool that interwoven the carpet . And at night , after casting his thread of darkness , slept peacefully . Weaving was all she did . Weaving was all I wanted to do . But weaving and weaving , she herself brought the time when she felt alone , and for the first time he thought about how good it would be to have a husband by his side . Didn&#39 ; t wait for the next day . With the care of someone who tries something never known before , began to weave wool and colors into the carpet that would keep it company . And little by little his desire began to appear , Feathered hat , bearded face , upright body , polished shoe . I was just finishing weaving the last thread of the shoe stitch , when they knocked on the door . Didn&#39 ; t even need to open . The young man put his hand on the doorknob , took off his feather hat , and entered his life . That night , lying on his shoulder ,

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688X1024

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Aug 29, 2024

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Estudio

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