SARDEGNA legno 424

Touching the trunks of trees, you are filled with warmth and awe. How cortex rustles under your fingers. It is alive, it is breathing. Shades of red, brown, reddish, epoxy droplets, grooves, cracks. The rows of ants are engaged in their simple work, rushing up and down. Small life on the scale of the universe. There is nothing superfluous in it, everything is in place in it and everything is in the order of things.
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