In the quiet hum of a South African evening, as the sun dips behind the Magaliesberg or casts a golden glow over the Cape, a different kind of magic is stirring. It’s not found on a screen or in a headline; it’s found in the whisper of silk ribbon, the weight of a glass bead, the crisp fold of a new piece of fabric. This is the call of creation, and for too long, answering it meant...
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