“After a day of walking, the Welsh rain accompanies us as we climb a green hill with a whistling and stubborn wind. The monolithic stones observe us like witnesses of other times. They rise from the ground like soldiers guarding the path that leads to the hidden treasure at the end of the loft, laughing mischievously when the raincoats are lifted by the energetic breeze.” A small bubble emerged from a remote lake in Wales with wind and rain, dressing it with a filter of primary and luminous colors.

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