“I can learn.”
Mira unsealed her glove and reached out. Her fingers closed around the ceramic handle. It was warm. Alive. And somewhere in the depths of its lacquered soul, a long-dead calligrapher named Shoetsu Otomo smiled. Shoetsu Otomo Reona 44l
“Then hold me gently. And do not write the 44th stroke until you understand what it means to un-mean.” “I can learn