they left

So, the snow disappeared. I was walking around ind this weird, grey whether. And I noticed these things. Some of them I noticed again. My first weeks here I spend a lot of time thinking about all the people who have been here before me. Some of them for a while, for years, others just passed by.

They are still here somehow. They left things. Marks. Well, some of them even left (more or less comprehensible) projects. Traces.

Here’s some photos:

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