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If fate is a weaver I make my own cloth

Weaving is a woman’s craft, and I have pulled art out of air, the shading subtle. ┬áI had strung the warp, risked it, knowing some patterns fade before they become weft, pulled apart and combed smooth,┬árewoven beneath the shuttle. Before … Continue reading

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