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About the Picture
A garden perhaps, but also a ceremonial site. A black urn burns white acrid smoke. Plants grow in strange convoluted ways,
more like molluscs than flowers. The bloody scene oozes and squirms. There is nothing comfortable in this here, but still
beauty rests in the arcane shapes and the wondrous power of the colour red.
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