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  On the edge of the Ksar Lemaarkar oasis near Aoufous in Southern Morocco, my gracious hosts were a matriarchal family of weavers. I sat with Fatima, the head weaver and watched as her earthy henna dyed fingers progressed along the cream wool threads steadily. It is an honor to be seated with her and humbling to be invited to weave along side, learning the language of the loom. She weaves what she sees when she looks across the palmerie and I look down and find skies, palms and animals swaying and dancing on her rugs.

Photography and words by Anush Mirbegian