THE ART OF WEAVING PASSED DOWN THROUGH GENERATIONS AWAKENS AT THE END OF MY FINGERTIPS LIKE SOMETHING THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE. NO ONE AND ONLY, STRENGTH IS FOUND SIDE BY SIDE. WEAVED TOGETHER. EXISTING AT OUR INTERSECTIONS, KNOTTS, TWISTS, AND TURNS. A WAY TO BE MORE THAN I AM. LIKE SOMETHING THAT WILL ALWAYS BELONG TO ME, UNTOLD STORIES BEGIN TO UNFURL.