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While walking in the park it’s never silent. There is no single | While walking in the park it’s never silent. There is no single moment when there is nothing to be heard. | ||
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. | 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, | It becomes almost overwhelming the more you focus; there is no real silence, no second, | ||
Everything’s alive. | Everything’s alive. | ||
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[[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.21.16.png|400px]] and traces of the sun, carved as shadows on the ground of the walking path. | [[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.21.16.png|400px]] and traces of the sun, carved as shadows on the ground of the walking path. | ||
When I look closer I see that everything is in a transition state, in a transformation process, and and some of these transformations will leave traces, some will not. | |||
I just realize everything I see and hear it’s just a momentary state, it will never last forever. | |||
I hold the fragile soft beechnut shell in my hand and I don’t want to let it go. | |||
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