Description
“She stands at the threshold of change, her gaze bold, unflinching. Fabric slips from her shoulders-held up or let go? are the hand her own or another’s- holding it up to preserve what remains, or letting it fall in quiet surrender.
Roses bloom in her wrap, her hair, beneath her skin as if imprinted by time itself. Caught in the moment between what was and what will be, she stands-changing, unfolding, rising.”
