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A single, selfdissolving filament of solidified wind, shaped like a spiraling, nonphysical wave of reversed atmospheric drift, pulses at the center of a vast, inverted garden suspended in the stratosphere between two drifting, silent mountain ranges. The filament does not blowit unbreathes, each twist unraveling a layer of air that never coalesced, reforming into ephemeral, translucent petals shaped like the negative space between two palms that never cupped the same gust in the same moment of shared stillness. The garden is not botanicalit is a layered expanse of petrified movement, each vine etched with the kinetic residue of a sigh that was almost felt, its surface shimmering with the faint after

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