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Autumn
The air is filled with coolness and silence. The silhouettes of ancient buildings can be seen in the distance. Once they stood proudly above the neighborhood, testifying to the power of man. Now they stand forgotten, like ghosts of the past. Their walls are covered with graffiti, a modern language that tries to breathe new life into them, but only emphasizes their loneliness
The roofs are overgrown with grass and trees. Nature, like an invisible artist, inexorably takes its course. Tree roots break through cracks in the stone, branches reach for the sky, as if trying to erase the boundary between the creation of man and the creation of the earth
Man is gone, leaving behind a memory in stone. But nature knows no defeat. She's not in a hurry. She just is. And with each day, each year, she takes back what was once taken from her
Autumn
Leaves fall, covering the ground with a golden carpet. Abandoned buildings stand silently watching this eternal cycle. They no longer belong to man. They belong to life 9 replies
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