| As a child we wander amongst the grass, and trees. Such bold objects, full of life, invigorating. As we grow, they grow, reaching skyward. Our childhood memories held deep beneath our layers of clothing, somewhere between the heart and mind, often lodged in the back of our throat. Memories are openly shared on trees, the gnarled branches reaching around for sunlight, the roofs fumbling for new footing, and perhaps an etching we scribed in knife as a child, maybe just our name and our first crushes' separated by a heart.
FUSE is not just a product, it's about how we write our stories on wood, to share with you.
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