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Some emotions choose silence,

growing roots beneath the surface of making.

Between threads and fibers,

something unseen continues to breathe

a tenderness that refuses to fade.

There is a rare grace

in being fragile yet unbroken,

in standing quietly strong

while everything within reshapes itself.

Softness, too, can be a kind of courage

a shimmering strength that speaks

through the gentlest touch.

Through each layer, each patient gesture,

I have shaped what words could not hold.

And now these works have travelled far,

carrying traces of that quiet resilience,

the pulse of memory and emotion.

They rest in China

perhaps waiting for the eyes and hands

that will feel what I could never say.