September 4th, 2011

I will for ever remember the summer of 2011 — for its beauty, for its light and for its tranquillity, and despite its anger and rage and the prophecy of change…

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The Last Summer Of Peace
March 6th, 2011

When I was young, I often slept on a wooden giant that had outgrown eternity in the garden of my grandparents. My grandmother told me she saw pictures…

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The Age Of Trees