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5.2.11

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.


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  1. claudia23 February 2011 at 12:02

    che belle parole le tue!
    mi piacciono molto anche le tue fotografie: complimenti.
    anche io ho aperto da poco un blog, passa a trovarmi se ti va !
    http://claudiadiceche.blogspot.com/

    xx
    c.

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