Same place, different moments, and different lights. If before it was night embracing everything with its silence, now everything is waking up as to a new life.
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Same place, different moments, and different lights. If before it was night embracing everything with its silence, now everything is waking up as to a new life.
Stesso luogo, momenti diversi, luci diverse. Se prima la notte faceva lentamente capolino, avvolgendo tutto con il suo silenzio, ora tutto si risveglia come a nuova vita.
Light is slowly dying away, and silence is taking over. Only the wind continues to blow lightly, in a delicate game of sounds and choreographies with the surrounding vegetation. A few instants before the darkness of night, I am enchanted by this little corner of Camargue and the beauty of the simplest things.