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threads06.jpgThere is something in the wind that is mystical: how it sounds, how it moves things. The ethereal, this effect that leads you to memories because deep inside you want things to last, we cling to what we call the root of our existence and we want to pass this on.

But just as the wind, we do our reinterpretations of phenomena, and disappear. We are forever stuck in the cycle of our perception weaving our past and colliding with our present.