Written by Amy Hou from Massachusetts, USA Weaving—a torturous tribute to her intellect, each strand rough against her fingertips, a reminder of the emotional wounds she carries.  The loom creaks under her constant attempts, the rhythmic sound that mirrors her longing.  As she carefully intertwines the rough strands, the fabric transforms into a painting of her grief, each knot a depiction of her heart's agony.  The muted and dismal hues of her tapestry reflect the shadows
