A sense memory of the archive presents itself. The sun magically settles between the crevice of two trees; the warp and weft of the forest turns into a macro lens that obsessively documents the ridges that appear on a butterfly wing; a magnifying glass searches in the negative space of loss and absence; fire flickers through glass, water, and finally consumes the frame within the frame.

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