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[Cemeteries]

"It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying."Marcel Proust (La fugitive)

 

Wandering in the snow makes you aware of all this whiteness around you. In addition, it allows you to see and sense these faint colors remaining, like a call from the light absorbed by it. It is almost like souls are floating in the air, resisting to be covered by these tiny snowflakes... But are we not just sensing our own slow death?