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Τhe splitting of the chrysalis and the slow unfolding of the wings
by Yorgos Yatromanolakis

 Τhe splitting of the chrysalis and the slow unfolding of the wings
by Yorgos Yatromanolakis

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I returned back to the same place. I felt lost. Within a strange tranquillity, something destructive arose inside me. I had sunk into a quiet desperation. I denied my past. I tried a hundred times to erase my memory. I was craving change. Flowing into the night, I became a wild animal. I confronted nature and death. I wanted to live. Feel every moment. Walk against the whistling wind. Breathe and dive into the cold sea. Harvest moon. Everything caught in the fire. I walked with her in the blue dusk. Following my heartbeat. I lapsed into a transformation, an unexpected alignment with the stars.