clay, dyed reed. 

a vessel, fully formed.
cracked open, and stitched it back together, bit by bit. 

becoming a mother - beginning as a confident and whole woman, then breaking totally apart.
slowly, tenderly and violently, mending back together.

building on the poetry of kintsugi, something new and stronger formed in the wake of destruction.
an expression of rebirth wrought by the being herself.

an alternate title might be 'all the parts of me are different now' 
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