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The Invisible Portal

A door that opens to discover ¨what is there¨.

The wind sweeps the hair of the woman that defies the empty stop at the edge of the portal; dances of clouds play in silence, the sun becomes a line of fire that hit the horizon; a horse neigh while climbing the hill. The green of the Meadows is an image that takes refuge in the mirror.

Photos by JAG Studio
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