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Every day a new story
30 November 2020

In one breath

In one breath, autumn has flown away.
The larches have written their poetry and painted the passing of the days with joy.
Now is the time for white, which has already spread its cloak over the mountains.
Wind, the breath of the world, releases itself into the dark sky and caresses everything it passes.
Love is a shard of light shining in the night after midday.