“Wrinkles are where the light lives.”
The 7-Year Smile
Foot traffic polishes paths to satin. The rest deepens to umber.
The Child’s Map
“This is where we danced. This is where we cried.”
The Artist’s Muse
A photographer shoots the floor yearly. “It’s a living portrait.”
The Final Verse
In year 100, the patina will be the poem of your life.
Age beautifully. Document your patina →
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