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Fear rests deeply in her eyes

Cowering behind the shadows

Winding its way between crinkles

Of laughter and airs of indifference

She wears an aura of disjointed grace

Her shawl draped across her shoulders

Armor woven of wool; endless knots,

Her protection against the world

In her hands needles fly

A scarf forms under her fingers

Unbothered by her wandering mind

Each stitch clicks into place

As the rocking of her chair

Taps out a metronome tempo