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She glances down and sees herself empty, unraveled. The eternity of weaving had used up her own life’s thread. “But what of my stories?” she asks the sky. Great tears pool in her hollow eyes. “Do you not wish to see my world thrive?”

And so the stars gathered around her and offered their thread. “Do not be sad!” they cry. “We will share with you ourselves as you share with us your stories.” And so the world weaver became the star weaver, and placed up in the sky the constellations and placed upon the earth those such as you and me.