Reason to exist

Tan, black and red swirling patterns bound with fire upon a frame for the tiny fingers of a child. Or did once the sand in rusted vessel hold sweet aromas bound for a feminine client seeking to allure a husbands nose? Found in fields turned for decades by plows behind horse and man. Unearthed where several small Kivas lie, back filled protecting structure and history, in my families careful hands it rests.
In a museum some similar vessel I found, labeled for religious purposes with no supporting evidence around. When asked the curator eluded to other relics about the world that they’d found. Simple, small, and round, who but for medicine could it be bound. Conjecture on our paths to an answer, whose thoughts will the future from a past make clear when an ancient builder the item makes clear?
@roadmonkeyone
W. Allen Manning

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