The epicerie van and owls and whispering in the silent zone.
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Settling in.
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In search of the elusive stamp.
Baubles in trees and portaloos trumping the wall of religious freedom in Geneva.
Avoiding steps, meeting a violinist, revisiting Johann Itten and reflecting on the randomness of memories
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Enjoying the merging of two ways of seeing.
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Grounding myself in the village bakery very early in the morning.
That strange space of alternative realities.
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Regaining my calm at Melbourne Airport.