Claudia Voglhuber:
Winter flowers & handmade ceramics.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Home.
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Of snowless, but moody winter days.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Die Stimme, die auf den Schwingen des Windes schwebt, singt für alle, die sie zu hören vermögen, das himmlische Lied der Lieder, das alle Ängste vertreibt. ☙
Claudia Voglhuber:
The sky saw it coming.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Standing out.
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Walking at your side for more than 16 years.
Claudia Voglhuber:
All the wild grasses were waving their greetings in the midst of winter.
Claudia Voglhuber:
A part of me is still there, observing the moving shadows of the leaves in the crisp winter air.
Claudia Voglhuber:
We are all feeling unrooted sometimes.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Tree mushrooms.
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I felt it all. And you were witness.
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The beauty of neatly stacked wood.
Claudia Voglhuber:
When winter was finally coming to an end and we were enjoying the first mild day.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Nature's mirror.
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The smell of tree lichen is similar to the down feathers of a buzzard.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Wake me from my slumber
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The obvious.
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Birthday flowers, a book, forgotten stars and tired from all the tears.
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I heard it calling through the winds.
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Ich fürchte mich so vor der Menschen Wort.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Spring is coming through!
Claudia Voglhuber:
The simple things that touch my soul.
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Thousands of white blossoms.
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Spring path.
Claudia Voglhuber:
Hintaus.
