Dear friends of the inanimate smile

Here in Gozo, within visible reach are elementals with gifts for the human sense of sight. Living enfolded similitudes, these inanimate Gozitan acquaintances. Moving land with the voice...

Here they come. I acknowledge their presence with an observant photograph, allowing them to shine through the integrated circuitry. Rooted in the earth and submerged in the waters, partially in human form, they are to be briefly cognized but not recognized.

As they are of a different time, the claws enjoy remotely drawing spirals over sea surface. They will have been doing so for centuries by tonight.

Everything became a miracle. As soon as this three-piece left for a dip, the spray-dancer shimmered for the trillionth time on this planet.

In preparation for a bath of wind and saltwater, this group of mud faces kept an eye on the tilting horizons. Meanwhile, the picnic of the giants had begun and the bees were nowhere to be buzzed.

If such tales were to be told lightly, they might as well be a reposing forest with a giant tree on its bum.

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