in the rye on Nostr: Why do we meet? There is nothing we know. When will we meet? There is no time when we ...

Why do we meet? There is nothing we know.
When will we meet? There is no time when we knew.
Where were you, how did you live?
The stories of two under far-away skies.
The warp is you, the weft is me.
The cloth woven from these threads may one day heal someone's wound.