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Open Edition Prints
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passage
A presence brushes the frame and moves on
like breath against light
What lingers is not form, but direction
the sense of having crossed something unseen
The image rests in that fragile interval where motion leaves an imprint
and meaning is felt rather than named
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reverie
Like waking before the world has fully arrived
the image drifts between clarity and sensation
Light softens its edges, and time loosens
allowing feeling to lead before thought takes form
Nothing insists on being seen
The moment lingers gently, suspended in that state
where perception wanders and meaning remains unspoken
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