This is how fray appears to me:
These rustic and rugged looking rocks tell a tale of conflict with water currents and winds. This conflict is responsible for shaping them and yet they are not completely worn out. They stand still- as if they have readily accepted a challenge- waiting for more to come their way, ready to be torn, ripped and split into many pieces…but until then it decides to stand still and upright.
Have you seen banana leaves, I mean the fresh ones. Once the leaves grow big they are all ruffled at the edge giving it a rather shabby look. As a child, I used to think someone might have come in the night and torn the leaves apart. The gentle breeze wearing an invisibility cloak was responsible for these ruffled edges on the banana leaves spoiling its soft gentle look and giving it a torn and tattered look. My guess is, they will stand still until the leaves have lost their sheen and have soiled away with time.