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Morning in Bloom
Gallery 55
McCall, Idaho
Layer upon layer, old fibers caught new light until they no longer looked worn, but woven together by time itself. The colors don't compete. They gather. Soft violets. Mossy greens. Faded blues. The kind of colors found on flower petals before the day has fully awakened.
Some arrive after long winters…
after the storms have passed…
after the ground has forgotten what it was waiting for.
Morning has a way of asking for very little.
Just enough light to see what survived the night.
Found Along the Way
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