Procured from the sea halfway across the world, they stand assembled and stuck in floral form. Both the flower and the seashell aspect feel far from such a cold almost-winter day, but they’re all we have as the wind and snow rages. Winter is the time for inhabiting the imagination.
In the whorls of these designs, I see swirling snow.
In the waves and ripples of this architecture, I see a spinning sea.
Do you see what I see?
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