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Change in weather is constant. The cold is getting bitter and yesterday I did not knew after I planted the new saplings that the night will be dreadful for them. I transferred them first on a sill that gets the first sunrays. I asked myself, if I am a culprit. The minor leaves of the last saplings looked back at me and I tried to be patient all the day long and for the next few days more.

blue sky...
a bird shifts its place
on a roof


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