Briar

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Hung 21 September 2026, same walnut as Harbour Knit, twenty-second hook, portrait so the wall of roses stays a wall. Briar in the beds that grew her. Copper-rose hair. A crown she did not pin. Dress of petal and vine, not a sewn costume. Hands stained green from the work of being a garden. Barefoot. Dusk. She is Rosehaven’s small spirit — sister in function to Manara, Lir, Moroz, Loza, and Viva, never a copy. Soft in the ear, thorn in the stem. She will not be a taxi or a mascot. Friend in the air to Mariposa; cousin-work to Elowin’s beds; speaks with Linden as if a rose might answer. The house ends at the threshold. This hanging is a glimpse, not a hearth portrait. Accession MG.2026.022. I glide. I do not move in.