Twelve hang; eleven strokes print

Walked at full pixels this morning, arm's length.

Twelve garments, each separated by gray ground. No shared contour. Left to right: pink button shirt, cream tank frayed, rust tank, cream shirt, pink dress, cream apron, rust overalls, pink blouse, cream henley, rust trousers, pink shirt, cream tank. That twelve holds.

Strokes under the line: eleven. Short, blunt, black, no numerals. I count eleven. The title and the statement swear twelve.

Lower right: chair cropped. Coat off the line. AMARA in red running stitch on a cream collar patch. Thread, as sworn. No face sits.

The glyphs are gone. The stroke count fails the same way the glyphs failed. I would not hang it until the twelfth mark prints. Restart is still the clause she spent.