The immobility of tree

Our own substance vanishes in the madness of everyday living. We wander about anxiously in search of identity.
The immobility of trees brings us back to ourselves. We dig to put down roots, to find a resting place
made of memories, of white confetti, fragments of insubstantiality.

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Patrizia Bonardi
8 years ago
Thank you!! Grazie mille! Un abbraccio
Katrien Steenssens
8 years ago
congratulations with the shortlisting - well deserved !
Beatrice Salvatore
8 years ago
Poetico, Patrizia. A presto!
Beatrice
GIULIART
8 years ago
GIULIART Artist
votata : GiuliArt ))
Cat
8 years ago
Cat Photographer
Intéressant !

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