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At the bac wood, 2020

We are in the sun and yet… The return of spring has a strange taste. Nature around us unfolds, superb. But the tension is there; this limit at the bottom of the garden which restricts us in this enclosed space. And the sky above our heads, still so blue. We look at each other tenderly but we cannot touch each other. We love each other from a distance, gently. Time stretches and stops. And we get lost. The leaves of the trees are getting bigger and bigger and the sun is getting hotter.

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