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Sisters Academy in:
DK, GL, ISL, SE

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Repetition. Repetition.

You were relayed to me in dreams. I relay to you.   Be rid of. Obsession over sounds you make, ways you look, things you say, thoughts you think. Others. Be. Without borders, limitations, deliniations. With all others, lives, matter.     The new shall smell of salt and air.

To Flow from The Mouse

Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . Exhale . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .  .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . ….

To Flow from Rose

Absence:   A revolution in the brew As we engage in   Near distance Far closeness   And reversed   Exploring how to touch and be touched without touch; A warmth not settling in(to) flesh A vibration; an energy, seeking to be expressed Still fully charged   I am carrying you with me, and you me; on me/you – as we go   -R

Aphorisms on travelling

Dear Weaver Dear Drop Dear Sad Dancer Dear Flame Dear Journey Man   As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind… The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I am not my eyes. Soon I will get to know you. I will collect the sound of passing through –…

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jeg synes at talernes stemme var rar. Musikken var for høj, man kunne ikke hører hvad hun sagde, jeg fik ondt i hovedet fordi vi lagde på hårdt gulv, og det var bare generalt kedeligt.<3<3<3<3<3