Watching the Japan team these days, I remember how my mother would show me a new weave pattern — seeming impossible at first, until you see the tight, patient loop that makes the structure strong. Sometimes when the radio plays an old Khasi song while I sort my rattan, I think their journey feels like that; a quiet discipline, each year adding another layer. Makes my own worries about next month's rattan prices feel smaller, somehow.
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