Space is dimension. Meadow in the forest full of whitish dry, low vegetation and thin branches with huge spines. A walkway from the dreams seen for the first time - a couple of decades ago and a scary crossing of the dark roads and unrecognizable nearby sounds.
Space is a sound ... Of giant sequoia leaves, and for seconds complete silence that speaks more and smarter than thousands of best photos. Nature and civilization that must coexist on the basis of mutual respect... that doesn’t really exist.
Space is freedom. Moving from the path, making impulsive decisions and the sense of security gained by trusting uncertain and encouraging vibe made of unexpected situations.
Space, after all, is the smell ... Freshness of the unspoiled and perfect. One of those breaths that tells you to go on... Because you are sure that every new turn will be equally spectacular to the previous one.
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It never had walls.
