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- Shawn Tabibzada
- Mar 20, 2024
- 1 min read
The wood between
the body and the wound steel.
Tense, bending, falling–
out of place, breaking, yet
meant to be perfectly still.
A sacrifice that leads to creation.
The support, enabling
the horse haired bow
to glide across, creating
opportunity for what’s connected
to its roots.
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