In the vortex of dance, wandering in the labyrinth of time she saw the ephemerality of existence. Today turns into yesterday as in the Heraklite river – fluid, smooth. Although trees live longer than humans, slouching between them one can see the scattered dandelions. And behind a tall wall of boxwood there is everything one …
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