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Behind Rain and Ink

Karol Ceron

Between mountains and lakes, I weave tales of a migrant life. I capture the quiet beauty of the landscapes, the improbable warmth of a fondue in the snow, and the memory that blossoms among cherry trees every spring. Here you will find pieces of my world: books that move through me, routes that find me, and thoughts that sometimes cry softly to the rhythm of old songs. I write from the soul for catharsis, like a beacon lit in the fog and the living imprint of the land I inhabit.