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Beneath the mountains strength, at their feet, the tiny blooms flourish. They reflect fire, yet are as soft as breath. They are not lonesome like the mountains. They do not stand in isolation but it solidarity. One petal would not be enough to beckon any attention. Together they are a ember never burning, ever glowing for a moment in time.
This is a fine art print on cold pressed archival matte paper.
Beneath the mountains strength, at their feet, the tiny blooms flourish. They reflect fire, yet are as soft as breath. They are not lonesome like the mountains. They do not stand in isolation but it solidarity. One petal would not be enough to beckon any attention. Together they are a ember never burning, ever glowing for a moment in time.
This is a fine art print on cold pressed archival matte paper.