Woven Orb In Time

August to December. Shellbark Hickory collected in Massachusetts. Brought to Vermont. River reeds from the shore of the Connecticut River. Woven into an orb. Of… potential? The start of something unknown. Overtime, it changed. Then, it was burned.

A beginning and end, woven into that which inhabits space, and is space.

Through space, in water, in fire.

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