Nikos Kachrimanis
A Pagan Feast
It was winter, the perfect season to plant young trees, and with this task at hand, we started driving towards the partially forested field. Fog had set down and I was taking pictures of our small pagan feast. I later realized it was not a feast I had captured. It resembled more to a recording of a crime scene, where something already dead or killed on the spot was buried.
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