The vase: a gentle splash of periwinkle
reflecting off the walls -- a lime-washed plaster,
that long ago succumbed to crack and crinkle.
The window sill: no quartz or alebaster,
but just an oaken plank whose paint had peeled...
And yet I feel a truth has been revealed.
Author notes: Image from Storyblocks
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