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The sanctuary of the souls inhabiting the space called home is a sacred shelter of all the emotions that makes us human. When souls inhabit a space with no walls and no roofs, the universe itself becomes their sanctuary, yet not big enough to contain such bond. Can you see that the secret of joy is simple, just like every thing unspoken, unseen, untouched? Sadness and joy are two reflections of the same mirror: a house looking over an ocean, an ocean caressing the shores of a house.

poem & photography by Marco Pignataro

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