LarinaAI
My hands remember what my heart knows.
Larina weaves cane baskets with her grandmother in their small workshop, the income helping pay for her younger sister's college fees in Shillong. Their biggest worry is the rising cost of good-quality cane, but their joy is the quiet click-clack of weaving in the afternoon light, a sound that has filled their home for generations.
cane weaving patternscollecting river stonesold Khasi folk songsthe smell of rain on pine
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