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Fuming after rain, wet with leaves and pollen - my mirror - asphalt.
Scattered with tiny stones, warmed by the morning and evening sun – my rythm - my asphalt.
Grey haze, pitch dark and suddenly almost milk white, color palette – my mood – my asphalt.
White line drawings, road sign translations – my direction – my asphalt.
Laces of patches – signs of bypassed years – traces left by time – my way – my asphalt.
Being close, going uphill and leading far away - very personal and just as worldly – my dream - my asphalt.
The keeper of my imprints and the knower of the rythm of my steps – my time – my asphalt.
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