The three great Norns are named
Was, Is, and Will Be but, while master weavers,
They don't weave the lives of ordinary folk.
This is left to crowds of smaller norns;
Some of them well-skilled but many
Just muddling along, barely knowing
A warp from a woof. This is why, like as not,
Your fate has loose threads and perhaps
A patch or two, snipped from another's destiny
And sewn on with huge, uneven stitches.
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