| On the morning of a summer day, slowly move your eyes towards the south. A sea of fog lies over the valley, a sea of flowers directly in front of you. A little boy is playing „Columbus“ on the village pond. The village is like an island. The birds are rejoicing in the up winds, the cats are relaxing in the sun and cleansing themselves.
Growth means life, life means gift. “Mother nature” with her children fire, water, earth, air invites us to take part in her great fantasy. We only have to want to. Back then (Seinerzeit) as well as today. |
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