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I have to confess to an inordinate fondness for dandelion seed heads. Of course, everybody likes them… I feel a lion’s tooth series coming up.
We start with a perfect sphere, so fragile that a whisper unbuttons its perfection, then there’s the slowest, gentlest explosion as the tiny inverted white umbrellas each waft and eddy and spiral away, so beautiful in their own right, their weightless dance consoling us for the destruction of the whole.
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163/365: White on white (via SophieG*)