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    • Mar 10
    • 1 min read

Esse

By Avinaba Sarkar



The stitcher is weaving a shroud,

Manoeuvring the ancient art of tapestry.

We are traveling through the warp,

Gradually unfolding off our bobbins.


By Avinaba Sarkar



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