The Resin That Remembers the Rain
Every Drop Holds a Forest Before it flaked into golden shards,before it sealed art and souls alike,before it crossed oceans in burlap sacksgum damar was a memory. A memory of rainfalling on Shorea treesdeep in the heart of Indonesia. This isn’t just resin.It’s a story hardened by sun, a natural binder of past and present. […]
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