What if instead of a soul we have strips? Maybe someone will care one day and tie everything together nicely...almost the same as it was before. Now the ties are broken. But you have to be there. For them. Because the world doesn't stop when your soul is scattered. It's all about finding in yourself the strength to move on. Even with your head bowed, in search the strips that were lost.
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So amazing spectacle. Really beautiful