There's something dystopian on this image. The sharp iced drops threatens one from even looking at it. A defiant simpleness invests its general aura. Yet, there's tenderness. There's tenderness worn out by the time, the surroundings, the external conditions. Something about it tells me that this front portrayal, covered in sharp hostility and oblivion, one can find warm and save shelter.
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