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Mary with Child
A young mother cradles her child, their faces softly lit. The folds of her dress drape gently as she holds him close, an intimate moment frozen in quiet devotion. The simplicity of their bond speaks louder than any grand gesture.
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The Story Book (1877)
A young girl sits absorbed in a book, her bare feet tucked beneath her. Sunlight spills across the pages as she leans forward, lips slightly parted—caught between reading the story and living it. The worn cover hints at countless afternoons spent just like this, lost in words.
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Playing with butterflies
A child reaches toward fluttering wings, fingers brushing delicate color. Laughter hangs in the air as butterflies dance just beyond grasp—a fleeting chase where joy outweighs capture. Sunlight catches on powdered wings and bare feet in the grass.
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La Nanna (Sunny Hours)
A mother cradles her sleeping child, sunlight dappling their quiet embrace. The folds of her dress pool around them like soft waves, sheltering the drowsy warmth between. Fingers curl against fabric, breaths slow—a private lullaby woven through golden afternoon light.
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Children with Geese (1887)
Two barefoot children pause in a sunlit field, their laughter silent as geese waddle close. One child reaches out, fingers brushing white feathers, while the other watches with wide eyes. The grass bends underfoot, alive with the quiet tension of trust between small hands and wary beaks.
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The Devout Childhood of St. Elizabeth of Hungary (between 1851 and 1852)
A young saint kneels in quiet prayer, her simple dress pooling around her. Sunlight filters through the window, casting soft shadows on the stone floor as she clasps her hands—a moment of devotion untouched by time. The scene hums with the quiet intensity of faith in its earliest bloom.
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Trois petites filles au jardin, un matin d’été (circa 1903)
Three girls in white dresses drift through sun-dappled garden paths, their blurred forms dissolving into the shimmering summer light. Loose brushstrokes weave blossoms and foliage into a haze of color, as if the air itself hums with warmth. Childhood hangs suspended in this fleeting, golden hour.
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Le bon Dieu chez les enfants Pl.01 (1920)
A child’s hand reaches toward the divine, bathed in soft light. The sacred meets innocence—no barriers, only quiet wonder. Shadows cradle the moment like a whispered prayer.