Emily Bronte:
Poor pebble. Ignored by architecture, sculpture, mosaic and jewelry. It dates from the beginning of the planet, perhaps from another star. Warped by space, like the stigmata of its terrible fall. It predates man. And man has not embodied it in his art or industry. He did not manufacture it and thus decide its place. The pebble perpetuates nothing more than its own memory.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:36