At the beginning of January when we look at the streets of our city, we see dead trees piled
on top of one another; some are standing upright, some at an angle, some laying flat. They are all similar but never identical. Passers-by, caught between a lack of interest and sadness, hurry past, carving a path through this sparse forest. And yet, were they to stop for a moment to actually look at these fir trees, they would see that they have acquired a new form of urban aesthetics.
Beautiful in the living room
Glorious in the street
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