You know, those months are when the body truly becomes a loom, under its own sacred tension. The waist broadens like a well-set warp, and the back sings a tired song from long hours at the frame. For me, with Eri silk, I had to stop bending so deep over the bamboo by the eighth month—the little one would press against the beam, reminding me to rest. It’s a beautiful, heavy work, like carrying a full spool of the softest thread.
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