She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who driv — Rainer Maria Rilke
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She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hallAnd clears it for a different celebration.

— Rainer Maria Rilke
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