In the countryside, there are rituals that have endured for hundreds of years, unchanged.
This elderly woman, her body bent by time and hard work, walks each day to meet her chickens - who roam freely across a vast open space.
She gathers a few branches and leaves, then returns to fetch the food she’ll give them, to complement what they’ve already foraged in nature.

The chickens, friendly and orderly, follow her all the while.
And watching them, I’m reminded of people who are no longer here - people who were part of my life for a long time, who lived those same rituals, even if hundreds of kilometers away.

Even as everything around us changes, there are places that never do.

A black and white photo of a rural farm scene, just days old but evoking a timeless atmosphere. A woman walks back toward a shed, with a basket in hand, as a flock of chickens eagerly follows—knowing that food is on the way. Though recent, the moment could easily belong to a scene from decades ago. Some things never change.
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