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Two years after the first lockdown, our lives are now forever marked as before and after Covid. When our human world stopped, we gave nature a chance to breathe.

It did not last.

The mega-fires came and swept through millions of acres of trees that stood to witness centuries of our collective history.

Remnants of Ashen Bloom mourns not just their loss but that of their experience and all the micro-organisms connecting them into a unique ecosystem. My lines paint an impression of their existence and the countless rings lost in the ash. They attempt to capture their spectral image and the overwhelming sense of devastation.