
The smoke blossomed and died, the shortest life cycle we had seen.
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It’s all just smoke and bones she said. I turned to respond but she had never been there.
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Reflected and ephemeral.
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Fading like smoke but I shine like a star.
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Creating patterns from chaos to enable the chaos inside to subside.
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Creating patterns from nature. Imposing order where none belongs.
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Ritual patterns in the grass.
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The sweetest flower blooms in the darkest of nights. December 2018 Photography, light painting, digital manipulation
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