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Cloud presses low, dimming even the silhouettes of palms.  Yet in the pond a faint architecture takes counsel with its own shadow: five towers budding in the dark like thoughts before speech.  I watch until recognition becomes trust, until stillness outweighs intent.  The exposure begins where seeing ends, and what the film remembers is less form than breathing.

Later, silver grains lift that breath into view; hand-toning steadies it, anchoring quiet to bamboo fibres.  The finished print does not depict dawn—it preserves the hush that allowed dawn to speak at all.

 

Lotus water keeps
the first word of every dawn—
stone, reflected, prays.


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