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You are the mirror for your mother, in which she recognises her fast aging. You are also the nail in the wall with the photograph of her youth and beauty.

The portrait’s beauty on the photo will remain far beyond mother’s death. Regardless which field you are ploughing, her warnings go the plough ahead.

The sun burns onto the path and faces, the years wrinkle deeper the forehead’s skin. The heavy weight of the filled buckets presses the carrying heads with the thin bodies down to the soles.

The spinal columns do not curve when they carry the water through the years. Experience and pride shatter the brands deeper as cracks and calluses.

Path and cliffs they stretch up to the well and beyond, when the bottom of the well is silting up.

The endless blue fills the sky. It is the water that has to be carried on the heads.