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Lynn Reeves
Ciphers of Light
Ever since the first shell, strung on plaited hair, half way between the head and heart, the bead imparts status, strength, the power to heal. Stone fragments, shards of tooth, horn and bone, protect and adorn, translate the mysteries of love and death into ritual and rites. Tools for making spears and spades craft intricacies for ornament.The bead travels, grows in complexity and worth, and is exchanged for ivory and silk, cinnamon and gold: two discs of polished conus shell the price of a slave. Homelands are bartered for a sprinkling of glass balls.
In salons of chic cities the loot from remnant tribes is the latest fashion accessory. Heavy with story, they drum their cadences into the skin, invoke a shadow play - ciphers of light strobing the mind's walls.
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