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She stands — grounded, her heavy dress clings to the earth, as if listening to its breath. The colorful fabric, stained with time and feeling, carries the trace of life — a mother’s warmth, the whispering fear of wind, the silent sorrow of rain.
But above, her face begins to depart from the body. She doesn’t look at us in vain — there is a faint smile, wrapped in stillness. Around her, everything begins to dissolve, like the unraveling of a dream that won’t return.
This dress is a passage — a seam between the seen and the unseen. A place where the body remains, and the soul quietly unfolds upward, weightless and unrelenting.
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