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Floral Mortality

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What makes death more sweet? It’s decay. Yet there is the moment when in death life still clings. It’s beauty shines with the last warmth given by blood. It’s not until it slowly fades away that we mourn its loss. Some give way to this decay faster than others, while some tether themselves to life, holding fast against its inevitable demise. The skull shows itself bitterly, while the rose is in glory. It can falsify death and we adore it. An unknown alabaster stone smile, though what it smiles at, none know. The only love now is the soft petals that will cascade down. Those petals the delicate kiss upon death. Neither too eager to decay.

Prints are on sturdy archival matte paper and acid free.

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What makes death more sweet? It’s decay. Yet there is the moment when in death life still clings. It’s beauty shines with the last warmth given by blood. It’s not until it slowly fades away that we mourn its loss. Some give way to this decay faster than others, while some tether themselves to life, holding fast against its inevitable demise. The skull shows itself bitterly, while the rose is in glory. It can falsify death and we adore it. An unknown alabaster stone smile, though what it smiles at, none know. The only love now is the soft petals that will cascade down. Those petals the delicate kiss upon death. Neither too eager to decay.

Prints are on sturdy archival matte paper and acid free.

What makes death more sweet? It’s decay. Yet there is the moment when in death life still clings. It’s beauty shines with the last warmth given by blood. It’s not until it slowly fades away that we mourn its loss. Some give way to this decay faster than others, while some tether themselves to life, holding fast against its inevitable demise. The skull shows itself bitterly, while the rose is in glory. It can falsify death and we adore it. An unknown alabaster stone smile, though what it smiles at, none know. The only love now is the soft petals that will cascade down. Those petals the delicate kiss upon death. Neither too eager to decay.

Prints are on sturdy archival matte paper and acid free.

JESSICA RABBITEER ART

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