Meant to be viewed full screen. At a tired little pond in the middle of a woods that no one ever visits stands a tiny little island with a couple lonely trees and while the others tire and rest for the winter there is still one that rages its color against the bleak fog of winter.
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This whole area seemed to be dusted in color. Like someone saw a bunch of yellow flowers then sifted blood onto them through a giant flour sifter.
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Straying out there in the morning sun.
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This small bush of red roses next to it's much brighter, much whiter, much larger brother is something that seemed almost hidden in the corner, like it was shy to come out next to the resplendence of the other.
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