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121 NAAN LaveHING Boy t z=: loom, time passing with the thump of the bat- ===. the ring of the hammer or rasp of the file. -zre were chatter and laughter, songs, and long, ~~ silences. Work then was all love and inspi- -oin. She had known a good many different kinds of -i2zsure, but this was a new richness, something —:: did not exhaust itself, but grew, a sharing of = ~‘evement, designs, colours; fingers, hands, and srzin creating, overcoming. There was the talk i= © hummed songs. There was a great deal to be = -nt about. It came to her as she was weaving = coloured threads to her intent, Why was this =:7 =nough? This is it. This is the thing I have always s:mted. There is nothing better; why endanger z “Why not let that man go now? Why not just I wo this? The batten thumping down on the weft, the zz mer ringing on white metal. =~: long as I keep on my way, there is danger. T --uld never go back to what used to be now. T-: is what is worth while. A hogahn in the » -=hern desert would be beautiful now. S_re fingers interlocking dark blue and black, | —ing the toothed stick down over the junc- cannot stop halfway now. [ am making a

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