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first and slow impressions,
all is still surrounded by silence,
a messy path rules the way our thoughts flow,
slow awakenings,
a timely and personal situation.
appreciation of a single and unique way,
devotion to awareness.
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“I realize that I have left part of myself in a place where I shall probably never come back.”
— Annie Ernaux.
boundaries and leftovers, those recollections of our unfinished thoughts.
driving through intensive flows. Impulsing, allowing.
unborn stories.
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“Many years afterwards, we attempt to solve puzzles that were not mysteries at the time and we try to decipher half-obliterated letters from a language that is too old and whose alphabet we don’t even know.”
light at its softer line,
morning taking place over these leftovers from last night,
slow movements around our steps,
balance placing a slight flow.
Motion from inside.
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