Just an image among many. It captured my fancy.
Maybe I am bored or tired after a long day.
I play with the pixels, I feel to erase it.
My wife says it is beautiful. I think that it is just
a postcard. A lonely hand of a tree of a late Fall.
Visions and images: Layers of meanings upon time. A dark and fuzzy dialogue with the Universe. Where am I? O Lord, What will the sun bring to our doors?
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