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Smoke twirled heavenward as if it was taking the soul of the flora home.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
In the mesmerising black the smoke twirls silver-blue.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
Smoke twirled skyward as if the wisps were dance partners of ancient myth.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
The smoke has a way of revealing the air, making an artistry of its swirls and flow.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
It is matter that brings us gravity, so I guess to the rising smoke it is the heavens that matter most.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.