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| My Secret Garden |
she sits, this creature of copper hair and gossamer dress, perched like a secret the garden keeps close to its chest, where mushrooms grow wide enough to hold the weight of dreaming, where butterflies spiral upward carrying wishes too delicate for words—
there's something about the way she cradles herself in that posture of pure becoming, knees drawn up like parentheses around her heart, surrounded by the wild orchestra of petals and wings, the way light catches in her hair like spun honey, like the exact moment before transformation, before the chrysalis splits open and reveals what was always waiting inside—
this is the magic hour, golden and gossamer-thin, where the ordinary world tilts sideways into wonder, where a girl becomes a fairy without ever needing wings, where sitting still becomes the most radical act of all—the quiet rebellion of taking up space in your own secret garden, of blooming exactly where you are planted, of learning that home is sometimes just a mushroom and a sky full of butterflies who know your name—
I created this artwork with original graphics from one of my digital art & scrap kits. This one is free to download. You can find it HERE.
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