Splintered by the Sun

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Each ray collided with the cut glass, scattering across the table in shards of color too sharp to hold. The vase, heavy with bloom and memory, caught the light not to contain it—but to break it wide open. Outside, nature waited, painted in fragments. It was not just morning—it was the sun, sliced and scattered, resting quietly in a bouquet that dared to burn.