Carved in stone, the language shrieked Infinite depths, reflections of the trees Genius, kindness, the granite carefully spoke Ominous, hiatus, the black stone coped Illusion of nature, the cars drive by Kids full of laughter, in adolescence we hide Leaves of brown and trees of green A fence stands bold, loudly in between Photographer: Roman/Dani Hörtner-Gastl

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