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You can trace lines of red back
Back to where the red shifts colors
To light, syrupy sweet sap
Where the branches of lines end suddenly
Where the branches reach into the shadowy places
Where the branches curve, split, rejoin in unexpected ways
You can find them wherever they roam
No matter how hidden
No matter how lost we are
No matter how scattered we are
You, who know all the ways that Urðr has unfolded for each thread woven, each carved tile
You, who knows all the ways Verðandi is weaving now, each tile being scored
You, who cannot see all the ways Skuld will weave and carve
Hail Hyndla, Bloodwalker, Seer, She Who Knows the Lines!