Akuna
 
She wasn’t just waking up — she was erupting. With Akuna on her shoulder, the morning didn’t rise; it blazed. She no longer whispered her wants. Her voice rang out like temple bells thrown against fire. 
 
Woven from echoes and intention.
 
Details:
Material:  Woven Material
Type: Abstract
Size: 7.5" by 9" by 4"
Medium: Mixed media
 
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