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Rain passed an hour ago, but the hush remained.  A guardian's face, softened by time and vines, held its gaze into the clouds—less expression than presence.  I stood below, lens open, breath held.  The silence asked nothing.  Yet I understood what it meant to keep watch.

storm-broken visage
holds a seedling’s fragile vow—
ruin learns to bloom


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