On the banks of the Deûle tirelessly at dusk, the Witnesses are awakening. Tonight they still shine, frozen by their own light.
From a clairvoyant look, they reveal their truth bluntly on these places too quickly traveled, too quickly forgotten.
Hypnotized by the night of the ballet still alive of urban fireflies, I captured a mechanical eye chiaroscuro that wraps quietly for a time, these outstanding landscapes.
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