Marc Iturri. Ararat
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Ararat
There is a place that, when you decide to stay there, the choice makes it unique.
It doesn't matter if it's pretty or not. If it is an understandable or inexplicable territory. Because it turns out to be the place.
Wild and humanized territory at the same time. Two faces of the same being. There is something, however, very fine, imperceptible and intimate, that unites these two worlds and makes them inseparable and dependent.
And it is in this fragile equilibrium where we can remain and base.