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A heart that bleeds gold. The eyes that surround her bask in her light but never meet her gaze. They are warmed, illuminated, sustained by her; yet she remains unseen. The bird at the center is the self: radiant, open-winged, pouring out everything. This is the portrait of the woman who gives the most and is looked past the most. Her wound is her gift. Her light is her loneliness.
A heart that bleeds gold. The eyes that surround her bask in her light but never meet her gaze. They are warmed, illuminated, sustained by her; yet she remains unseen. The bird at the center is the self: radiant, open-winged, pouring out everything. This is the portrait of the woman who gives the most and is looked past the most. Her wound is her gift. Her light is her loneliness.