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2 comments:
anton said:
dear b, can you remember actually how often we already wanted, planned, intended to throw in the towel with blogging? i don't know anymore. and then we kind of always started again. it's a strange thing with blogging. do you this time go consequently through with stopping to blog?
11:56 AM
I wish I could record the colors---the way he records the night sky. There are somethings in that in between place that are fleeting, and impossible to explain.
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