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RE: A storm of momentary mirrors — (original photos and brief reflections)
God, what a beautiful text, between the reflective and the poetic. You left the images in front of a mirror and from there we see ourselves reflected. Just yesterday I published a text that talks about how the streets have been left without a heartbeat. For the first time, the naked streets have shown their miseries, their daily waste, their continuous aridity. In every little bit of water, our gaze stagnates and expands as an echo in every wave. Sublime. Thank you for sharing. Greetings