A quiet rhythm moves…
where fish become waves and waves become breath.
Blues layered upon blues, turquoise, deep sea, and drifting light
carry a gentle procession across the canvas.
Each form repeats, yet none are the same,
like thoughts in motion, like tides that never rest.
There is a calm order here, a silent harmony,
as if the ocean itself were remembering how to dream.
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