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A forest of beautiful emotions that grows with scars
Lev AAN (Art Critic)

Thoughts are not my possession. The wind blowing over the river cuts the water surface countless times, and the sunlight falling on it is diffusely reflected. The sunlight does not belong to the river. It belongs to the wind that shakes the water surface. Thoughts are like sunlight reflecting off the surface of the water. The intangible wind that penetrates from the outside to the inside, such as relationships, situations, and atmospheres that change from moment to moment, shakes the inside and separates our thoughts …