https://www.framedinviolets.com/home daily 1.0 2026-07-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/1a11fd08-5743-4ffb-b884-cc43c52786e3/DSCF0401.jpg https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/0db88a5e-b929-4259-961d-42c0bd7b8620/IMG_5484.jpg https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/7a7b9fae-4b45-453e-9f65-ca76dc196830/DSCF0034.jpg https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/f51c320a-0674-4e32-9299-8574b12912af/IMG_5984.jpeg https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/f191c6c2-7f20-4018-8a59-2cd70627fdcd/DSCF0028.jpg https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/32b3ddc1-d637-4242-8c2b-d4a150497851/IMG_5972.jpeg https://www.framedinviolets.com/about daily 0.75 2026-07-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/001b753f-a926-49b1-8a11-c92f607ba5c0/IMG_2894.JPG https://www.framedinviolets.com/contact daily 0.75 2026-07-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/5da8d0c6-3f6e-4e22-aa31-0d7e0d61e38a/IMG_5637.jpg https://www.framedinviolets.com/portfolio daily 0.75 2026-07-20 https://www.framedinviolets.com/portfolio/project-one-f5w4d-z9nem-s3jda-x8w73-nna5s monthly 0.5 2026-06-24 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/d7b0eac5-16d5-4894-bd82-5a9445affea5/DSCF0482.jpg Portfolio - The Language of Flowers (Baby's Breath) Chaste, in the form of light– a steadfast presence, spilling through soft fractures, you become. 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So defiant you are, as you wear your wounds like armor. Forged not to hide your pain, but to reflect it, mirrored. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/2566461c-cfd2-41eb-b786-f762caf115f6/DSCF0304.jpg Portfolio - The Language of Flowers (Hydrangeas) You were the thing that was rotting within me. The vaunt of your voice– honeyed and cloying. It consumed. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/c1f03f79-2b4c-46a7-8cfb-5250bf250393/DSCF0325.jpg Portfolio - The Language of Flowers (Hydrangeas and Amaryllis) Vivid and bright, His terrible eyes scorched with hunger. “You need me,” he said. Certain, Absolute I fell, burned. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/d48b4d79-a819-4716-904f-afba779d5117/DSCF0351.jpg Portfolio - The Language of Flowers (Hydrangeas and Petunias) Steady. Fierce and vibrant, a tempest brewed in the wake of my gaze. Steady– a breath held between ruin and restraint. 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Comforting, Overtaking. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/78ea890d-a29e-4dd4-8553-bb96edd5a0cf/DSCF0468.jpg Portfolio - The Language of Flowers (Anemones and Amaryllis) You are missing from me, in the protection that you wrought. Trapped and caged we become what we have always fought. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69f3d91bb6646516dcb54a0f/0b310bb0-741b-41cc-9fbf-db4878b342ae/DSCF0201-2.jpg Portfolio - The Language of Flowers (Carnations, Baby's Breath, and Mint) You are missing from me, in the protection that you wrought. Trapped and caged we become what we have always fought.