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White flowers that are not afraid to stand next to a pomegranate. One is pure as the first snow, the other burns like the last drop of blood. Together they form a perfect story: innocence and passion, tenderness and strength, life and death in a single breath. White so thick you could slice it. Red apples so saturated that you can hear the seeds crackle. The painting is quiet, but speaks louder than a thousand words. The author painted it as a prayer, slowly, with love, with such intensity that it seems as if the flowers, with every moment, m