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Within its spiral, the world both unfolds and returns.

The fibers twist like galaxies forming in silence,

like the rings of an ancient tree holding time in its body,

like the echo of breath that begins and ends in the same place.

Here, matter remembers spirit.

The wool carries its own pulse — raw, irregular, alive —

drawing the gaze inward, into stillness,

and outward, into the infinite.