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Picking Flowers

A woman stands amidst a painted meadow, her dress as blue as a sky untouched by clouds. Flowers bloom in her grasp and at her back, and her face, framed by softly waved hair, speaks of a grace from another time. She's a ghost of an era that remembers the world as it once was, or perhaps never quite was at all.

Impossible Memories — Picking Flowers

A woman stands amidst a painted meadow, her dress as blue as a sky untouched by clouds. Flowers bloom in her grasp and at her back, and her face, framed by softly waved hair, speaks of a grace from another time. She's a ghost of an era that remembers the world as it once was, or perhaps never quite was at all.