This is where is begins, light sliding sideways, the steady hum of moths and crane flies, the evening aviary chorus, and this is where it goes:
Cloud Gatherer Rings
(sterling silver and various North American turquoises)
For there were days when the skies grew gray and the waters rose. She would lay in the tall grass, hearing the hum of ten thousand small wings and the cry of the land. With a deft and worn hand she would gather the clouds, weaving yet another cloak for the shelterless creatures, peeling back the mist for the sun to warm their bones.
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(you'll find them in the etsy shop right now!)