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There is something very magical about trees, something so special woven in the depths of these wonderful creatures, something more beautiful than their beauty itself.
Below the crust, deep in their core, they carry a miraculous gift of immortality. It's beautiful how much faith they have, how they truly trust Life. Because they know, wandering and eternal search in deserted wilderness of the world often leaves only a blank pages of the traveler's book. Instead of that, trees has learned to live with its roots deep in the ground and, at the same time, to grow up spreading its branches toward the sun, touching the sky like a magical bridge that breathes between earth and heaven.
And the birds, it's beautiful how birds and trees love each other so deeply. When naked trees fell into their winter sleep, long before spring, birds will come and they will wake up the sleeping giants with their song. They can't live without each other, trees are the roots to the birds and birds are the wings of the trees.
Below the crust, deep in their core, they carry a miraculous gift of immortality. It's beautiful how much faith they have, how they truly trust Life. Because they know, wandering and eternal search in deserted wilderness of the world often leaves only a blank pages of the traveler's book. Instead of that, trees has learned to live with its roots deep in the ground and, at the same time, to grow up spreading its branches toward the sun, touching the sky like a magical bridge that breathes between earth and heaven.
And the birds, it's beautiful how birds and trees love each other so deeply. When naked trees fell into their winter sleep, long before spring, birds will come and they will wake up the sleeping giants with their song. They can't live without each other, trees are the roots to the birds and birds are the wings of the trees.
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private drawings such as sketches, portraits and various handmade drawings. Due to the fact that it is not possible to hide folders, I decided to use this form of collecting my works
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Golden threads, books and the smell of cut grass
Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.For those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don’t have the rest of the year. You can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past.
Summer just opens the door and lets you out.
Deb Caletti
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Illustrious story: Farewell to Autumn
Autumn: a collage of seasons.
Beautiful waltz between blooming summer dance and dreamy winter ballet.
So gentle, quiet and so dramatic at the same time.
Time of light, sheer air and the sun which is slowly sinking into a dream
hiding the contours of the world around us,
while the light of lanterns illuminate the forgotten pathways deep inside us.
Green, red, yelow and golden under the blue sky.
Brown and gray, under the dark veil, invisible in the mist,
the passenger in the gray clouds, a dancer in the rain drops.
And white. Eventually, all these colors disappear under the whiteness,
in those snowy depths, where sprouts of
My Traditional Values
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Sometimes, quite unexpectedly...
Sometimes, quite unexpectedly, a moment so special that can steal fluency of the Time.
A moment purified from analysis and questions, unique moment that doesn't require reasons, explanations, words, nothing.
That moment of encounter when you truly know, that something or someone has touched your heart, deeply.
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Beautiful trees and well spoken!