Shauna Paynter: She passed her time weaving light. She wove light into small looms, no wider than the diameter of her petite weather-worn hands. She hung these decorative spheres in trees using twine made from the sinew of a caribou leg. Light bounced and shimmered from these dangling creations as wind endlessly spun them like shards of glass. She was known as the light weaver, and regardless of how she was known; she intercalated shapes of death and life into these little looms. In secret, it was the light that bound them together.
Gregory Garceau: I am seriously considering having you create me some hard copies of my book. Also how are we with payments at this time?