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Distant Roads... Different... You know, roads at night—so empty—speak louder. The lights, the letters of the shop signs, the closed windows, the vacant shopfronts that come alive in the darkness, the footsteps that have passed and left their mark upon them... they carry a sweet sorrow, a small rose-thorn... that aches so gently. People grow silent, waiting. And eyes grow empty when the place is far away… Nostalgia and hope, joy and sorrow entwined on the paths of exile. But you know, the soul is there too—at the street corner, beside the Arabic sign, upon the footprints covered in dust, in the scraps the wind carries away, in the silence of loneliness sleeping beneath a cardboard shelter, within the notes and the thoughts we breathe… in the lines of poetry and the fabric of your dreams. And somewhere in the stillness, in the quiet hum of the night, there is a presence, a warmth. A friend, a voice that lingers like an echo of kindness, a light flickering behind the closed windows, unseen but unwavering. No road is truly empty when footsteps have walked beside yours, when a hand—though distant—has once held yours in understanding. Everywhere is your place, wherever the soul finds peace. And where friendship has touched the earth, no distance, no silence, no exile can ever truly erase it. It is there! Everywhere… Christina Savvatianou 11-4-2006 ================================ Motion lightpainting photography, one long exposure shot abstract, side effects project (2005-2025)