tapestry

Our eyes met, and I let the tapestry fall back into place.

He wanted to learn more about the tapestry of her life.

Of course, they were probably different from the tapestry we want.

"Then how do you know your life is playing on the tapestry now?"

Had he died here in the tapestry, what would have happened to his body back home?

We looked at the tapestries, then I went back to my room.

"Now he wants to learn what tapestry is all about."

Was he the first to use the Tapestry this way?

Across from him the wall space was taken up by a single huge tapestry.

The only way to get it to the dead area would be through the tapestry.

He could see the road ahead rather clearly now, after his tapestry experience.

I expected you to come down here and maybe buy a table, or a tapestry.

There was a tapestry on the long wall behind the head of the bed.

Indeed, they well might be watching her on the Tapestry.

Sure enough, the tapestry was a window between the two places.

Now he had no need to look up at the tapestry, for Martin was right in 119 front of him.

They had always seemed woven into the tapestry of American history.

The result was rather pretty, almost like an abstract tapestry.

But he had no chance to study the curious tapestry.

Then he saw something even more surprising than the Tapestry.

The four of them sat on the bed, facing the Tapestry.

In this, are you not dealing with the human tapestry?

The result is a narrative tapestry we can now see whole.

She claims that the Tapestry up on floor 108 is gone.

He touched the wall at a point behind the tapestry.