For some reason this spring in Ukraine is unusually charming, even in the city.     

      

 

Night...

 A song of the year for me.

 

 I belong to the hidden world of the night, the world of wet trees, the gray sky, the world of silence and mystery, to the world of drops on the night grass, to the world of hedgehog paths, to the world of fallen leaves, to the world where there is noone around and this brings safety.

 Stitching   

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 Outer darkness doesn't give me enough time to work with the darkness of my own. 

 

 Yet another missile attack in Kyiv by Russian Federation. (6 am in the morning)   

     

 Tonight my soul is replenished with the wood, the sky and the star.