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While walking in the park it’s never silent. There is no single … | |||
Moreover I have the feeling, that sounds, voices and other noises are becoming even louder when you are focused and you’re listening closer to them. | |||
It becomes almost overwhelming the more you focus; there is no real silence, no second, when there is really nothing to be heard. | |||
[[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.18.53.png|400px]] | Everything’s alive. | ||
[[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.18.47.png|400px]] I see blooming blossoms, that are about to flourishing up | |||
[[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.18.53.png|400px]] I see little shells of small seed swinging in invisible spiderwebs in the wind | |||
[[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.21.02.png|400px]] I see traces in the bark of an old tree, | |||
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[[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.21.16.png|400px]] | [[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.21.16.png|400px]] and traces of the sun, carved as shadows in the flor/ soil / base of the walking path. | ||
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