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It's a Thunderstorm evening, one that are not forgotten. The rain give to the vegetation a strange looking. The thunder make a earthquake. The sky is low, clouds are oppressive and only incessant lightning illuminated the unreal moor. In this end of the world atmostphere, a figure stands out.
She is alone, standin there upright and immobile, she sits like a statue ready to challenge the wrath of the gods. Flashes, like sent from the sky, draw a shape perfectly drawn, a grace so natural that it seems familiar. The unbearable noise seems to have no effect on her. The time is still. The path lined with tropical foliage fades into darkness, leaving a distant horizon filled with promise and fears.
The first moves leave very little place for doubt: the silhouette is fa... More »
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