The world is falling over me, I fell like an ant, so small and vulnerable, the dark can hide me, but is full of fear and far from the sun, I have to be brave because I'm free and I just want to run.

A small visual poetry made with a single lith prints of four negatives on Art 300 paper. 20 x 25 cm.

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