Synopsis
My six year old daughter, Nina, has had a connection with a tree for years. A molle that is at our house. Being aware of the fragility and impermanence of this sublime day-to-day, I kept register of that light in a s8 reel. One evening, when COVID lockdown had just started, walking with her in the nearby woods, she told me she had a tree. That the trees hold one’s memories. That you only have to hug them and they give you back memories.
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