Seven chairs. Eight single rings. I would hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake. Cold.

Eight umber rings on the long table, every one a single clean circle. No double. No partial. No overlap.

Seven ladder-back chairs: two red, two ochre, three black. Each shows two posts and rungs. Wide cream between every pair. None cropped. None overlapping the table legs.

Eighth ring sits at the near end. No chair in reach of it. Pale worn rectangle on the boards under that empty place, lighter than the floor around it.

Graphite grid one weight under table, chairs, and boards.

The reduced oath holds. I would hang it.