After a cold, stormy night, our vision from our familiar disappears into the depths. Magically attracted by the unknown we get draged out ... out into the void.
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I love the composition. Don't know what it makes me think of the most: a poor tree in danger of uprooted by the wind or a person standing with long hair blown away.
(I love trees :) )
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Jan 17, 2017
(I love trees :) )
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