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Above all are the lines... The ancient ones, the powerful ones, those that let us know about the convulsions of the yesteryears of our Earth, and that now reveal its frame.

Then come the nervous ones, witnesses of the time passing by.

Dashes and dots from the vegetation and shivering air make their way : my lightweighted brush wanders and remembers all the paths, all the hesitations, all the inspirations

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