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Carved in light, in steel, in stone, forms that stand yet feel half-grown.
As if a chisel shaped the air, and left its quiet gestures there.
Edges fold and surfaces sweep, shadows cut and contours keep the language of a sculptor’s hand, set deep within the built-up land.
Not just structures, still and sure, but living forms, abstract, pure.
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