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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mastodon.green/users/CiaraNi/statuses/113735180460330149">Ciara (ciarani@mastodon.green)'s status on Sunday, 29-Dec-2024 18:56:24 JST</a><a href="https://mastodon.green/@CiaraNi" title="ciarani@mastodon.green"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/101355-48-20230308020039.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Ciara" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Ciara</a></section><article><p><a href="https://mastodon.green/tags/SilentSunday" rel="tag">#SilentSunday</a></p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/4275010#notice-8356633">In conversation</a><time datetime="2024-12-29T18:56:24+09:00" title="Sunday, 29-Dec-2024 18:56:24 JST">about 4 months ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mastodon.green/@CiaraNi/113735180460330149" rel="external" title="Sent from mastodon.green via ActivityPub">mastodon.green</a></span></span><a href="https://mastodon.green/@CiaraNi/113735180460330149">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/3798771">Upright image. Before us, filling up the lower half of the scene, rows of bulging rocks covered in thick snow that looks more blue than white in dying daylight. Beyond, a glimpse of open sea, rippling and cold-hearted freezing black. Above it, what there was of the sun that day is sinking in a grey overcast sky, making streaks of cold yellow light. Rising from the rocks, drawing the eye, an angel trapped by the gods in ice. Or, if you insist, a public sign erected by the council that juts up from the rocks telling you to move around on the pier at your own risk. It is about two metres high and has a triangular top. On this February day in Skagen, Denmark, a few years ago, the sign was entirely covered in thick blue-white snow that had frozen in high winds in shapes that make it look like it has angel wings, or a cape that was billowing on someone when they were frozen while in motion.</a></label><br><a href="https://files.mastodon.green/media_attachments/files/113/735/177/785/454/569/original/a4cfdd9bff692656.jpeg" rel="external">https://files.mastodon.green/media_attachments/files/113/735/177/785/454/569/original/a4cfdd9bff692656.jpeg</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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Ciara (ciarani@mastodon.green)'s status on Sunday, 29-Dec-2024 18:56:24 JST Ciara
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1. Upright image. Before us, filling up the lower half of the scene, rows of bulging rocks covered in thick snow that looks more blue than white in dying daylight. Beyond, a glimpse of open sea, rippling and cold-hearted freezing black. Above it, what there was of the sun that day is sinking in a grey overcast sky, making streaks of cold yellow light. Rising from the rocks, drawing the eye, an angel trapped by the gods in ice. Or, if you insist, a public sign erected by the council that juts up from the rocks telling you to move around on the pier at your own risk. It is about two metres high and has a triangular top. On this February day in Skagen, Denmark, a few years ago, the sign was entirely covered in thick blue-white snow that had frozen in high winds in shapes that make it look like it has angel wings, or a cape that was billowing on someone when they were frozen while in motion.
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