According to Webster:
woof: the threads interlacing at right angles
with the warp in a woven fabric.
When we are young, we think we should chase sadness away,
banish it as though it were something dirty and undesirable,
only to have it pop up again and again and again.
As we age, we come to realize that sorrows and joys are the fabric of life –
intertwined.
When one is prevelant, the other is close by – always.
Always.
Like the rose
and her thorns.

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