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Millet, Dandelions, 1868

There is a certain tone in the things that matter, an architecture of delayed light or slow sounds from long ago. Fragments for the after-silence, the sorting of a garden. Things in their essence. Spiritual forms, an invisible geometry of objects that gives strength to us through music ... whispered petitions to show us the way or to destroy us completely. Every word a last word. Every sound a revenant.

Herbert Pföstl