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Píyǐngxí

Shadows of branches and leaves in the light of a sandy background, listening to an intimate encounter. Bernd Weingart back at the place where his walks began. A background spread out, and growing up from it the forms of a world, like islands and continents, viewed from a lofty distance. A strange weave, certainly, but by no means one of space and time. Something lurking behind the veil?