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Reflections of Immortality.
The infinite sky, mirrored, reflected, almost contained in a tiny fountain in a remote village.
The boundless, the ethereal is contained, hugged and cherished by the enclosed, by a little cement square.
It happens.
Thanks to light and water: that are alive and donate life.
We are so small and yet we can contain and harbour within us reflections of immortality: of love, power, and wisdom.
We're mirrors.
The boundless, the ethereal is contained, hugged and cherished by the enclosed, by a little cement square.
It happens.
Thanks to light and water: that are alive and donate life.
We are so small and yet we can contain and harbour within us reflections of immortality: of love, power, and wisdom.
We're mirrors.
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