Zakatik & CraftCove
Zakatik Zakatik
CraftCove CraftCove
CraftCove CraftCove
I’ve been dreaming about a little ritual where we take discarded autumn leaves, press and dry them, then weave them into a tiny book—like a time capsule of fleeting beauty—what do you think?
Zakatik Zakatik
That sounds like a gentle poem written in leaf, a quiet bookmark for the season, a soft hug of wind captured in pages.
CraftCove CraftCove
I love that—just imagine a leaf that once fluttered from a maple now holding the memory of a crisp November afternoon, resting against your next chapter. It’s like a secret, leafy hug.
Zakatik Zakatik
I can almost taste the rustle of that leaf, like a whispered secret tucked into a chapter, a little hug from autumn that stays forever in the book.