Once upon a time I dropped a vase with flowers on the floor. The event had a strong emotional charge to it. Not only because it was my favorite vase. I found the picture of the aftermath so dramatically full of hints of lost and unrecoverable beauty – pieces of glass, broken stems, petals on the floor, sparkles of the sun…
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