“Only your love and your remembrance could
Give life to this dead wood,
And make these branches, leafless now so long,
Blossom again in song.”
(H.W. Longfellow in From my arm-chair)
Liège-Droixhe (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
With the eyes open you can see it everywhere
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