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Light does not arrive here—it unveils.  A shadow releases its hold on one carved cheek, while another face glows as if remembering all the dawns the other forgot.  I stand between them, not in space, but in offering.  The shutter clicks only when breath slows to match the stillness they share.

First light on stone lips—
history inhales, exhales,
vanishes in breath.


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