Sunday, 31 March 2013

The Sub-Editor - Web

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She said:

'Many suitors came and asked for my hand. I carried on weaving by day. At night, in the dark, I unpicked what I'd woven.  Clandestine work that could not be proven.

I said, of course, my hand could be won; as soon as my shroud was finished, was spun.  I would carry on weaving until it was done.  The web of deceit had begun.'


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