I've always seen that door closed.
It is never opened!
It looks me up and down as an invitation to cross the threshold and, who knows, to face the unknown.
A door is sometimes a call to explore other spaces.
What is behind these old dried-up parts of woods?
Half calcined by the sun, they rise like sentinels, the guardians of the memory where time have no grip on them.
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