The Color Weaver

My mother was a water woman and she married my father who was a color weaver. The majority of my childhood, my siblings and I were stuck in a tower weaving color for her father. So from the top of the tower, my hair created the slanted part. And then I was able to slide down it. You can feel the magical power coming off of each one. Kudos to you and your great prowess as a neighbor. Thank you so much. Most neighbors are born and some are made. And I made myself into a neighbor.