""winter Street With Ochre Roofs""
In the pale light of a winter sky, the narrow street stretches silently, blanketed in fresh snow. The houses with their ochre roofs seem to hold onto the warmth of a vanished sun, offering an unexpected comfort in the heart of the cold. The slender, motionless lampposts watch over the winding path where footsteps lose their way. Nothing disturbs this suspended atmosphere, neither the breath of the wind nor the distant murmur of the village. It is a frozen moment, a parenthesis where time seems to have stopped, allowing only the quiet poetry of a winter's day to live on. 
Le Magazine de PROANTIC
TRÉSORS Magazine
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