The great light contrasting with frenzy dark strokes, of trees’ branches, delight and bath us with their complexity. I see nakedness. Without the leaves, I trace their journey towards the sky reaching for more sunlight. Searching. Don’t we all search too. We never cease to search. The search itself is our destiny. Remove all the disguises and we see what matter most in our lives. To be true to ourselves, is not easy, Bruce Lee said it well. When we are true to ourselves we will be fulfilled.
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