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Le lever (1865)
A young woman stretches at dawn, her body bathed in soft light. The sheets slip away as she rises, caught between sleep and waking. Her pose is effortless, natural—a private moment made timeless. The morning air seems to linger on her skin.
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Sahurs Meadows in Morning Sun (1894)
Golden light spills across the meadow, turning dew into scattered diamonds. The grass shivers under a soft breeze, alive with the day’s first warmth. Shadows stretch long and thin, dissolving into the haze of morning. It’s that quiet hour when the world holds its breath before waking.