Some things you just feel the moment you put them on.
I shaped this piece on my anvil, striking the metal thousands of times until the surface held the deep, dimpled texture of a worn river stone.
It carries the kind of weight that asks you to slow down, and people have been wearing copper against their skin this way for over three thousand years. I've watched folks come back to my workshop for decades, and I never had to explain why they kept wearing it.
This is one of the last bracelets I'll make before I close my workshop, and I hope it finds the right wrist.