The factory on holiday


Even absent the daily rhythm 
of our artisans and craft 
in the stillness of gears
and of the factory at rest
a presence is felt

There are ghosts here
but they are kind ones
content in their curiosity 

Even at rest
a dance takes place
A dance of light
and of shadow
There is life
an energy that gently radiates
awaiting another turn
at the alchemy we began
a century ago

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