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They weren’t just cans—they were color blocks, breathing in the Miami heat.
Recycled and reborn, lining the street like a silent gallery.
No traffic light ever made me stop like that. I stared. I smiled. I had to touch.
Limited Edition
They weren’t just cans—they were color blocks, breathing in the Miami heat.
Recycled and reborn, lining the street like a silent gallery.
No traffic light ever made me stop like that. I stared. I smiled. I had to touch.
Limited Edition