Today's OneWord: Weave

Weaving a tapestry with reds and silvers, she wanted to make the salmon of knowledge gleam upon a sea of blood. While Mother Ireland bled, she worked, as her husband's sword and shield lay rusty with his enemy's plasma beside her.

The screams had been shut out of her head long ago. Her son's shadow lay against the wall like a tapestry of its own.

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