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During winter, contemplating the sky through the frosted glass of her Velux window, she reads the Persian velvet swirls and recharges herself to the essence of «Mother Earth». She understands Nature from the roots to the petals with her soul fulfilled of simple and true love. Virginie Lemay only photographs the flowers of her garden. She hates the ephemeral. She thirsts for eternity for her little world. So each plant is surrounded by the greatest attention, nourished by love and photographed to be immortalized in its entire splendor.
