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Morning light hits her unmade bed—sheets rumpled like a Richter painting. She stretches, her silhouette burning solar-flare orange against the indigo wall. The dust motes are confetti, her yawn a swirl of cobalt and peach. Shot with a lens flare so aggressive it feels like a religious experience. lyh_niji
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