Layers

Layers is an old name. 

I used to marvel and the complexity of enfolding and unfolding bracnhes, leaves and trees, scenography of Cherry Dragon, the creativity of lines and curves, the shades of colours , the forms of leaves, the songs of growth.

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It is always the same, but yet always different. Every visit was a possibility to uncover a new dimension, a new layer, a new pathway of vines, branches or compost.

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In the end, layers became ENTANGLEMENTS.

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And somehow I entangled in them too.