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Silent pride
When my brush touched the paper, I sought to shape a woman of silence yet within her quiet, a pride that flows beyond words. Her hair became a dark river, carrying whispers of calligraphy; each stroke a secret thought. Her upward gaze is not arrogance, but the habit of great spirits who choose horizons over the ground. Jewels rest upon her only as mirrors of what shines within: a quiet, unshakable pride.
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- Collection
- Women Draped in words
- Chain
- Tezos
- Held in
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