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 I live among cocepts, fairy tales and vestiges of dreaminess or nostalgia. In the present moment I am noticing a blooming flower or a dogs smug face. Even grass or weeds, growing where nought dares to grow. Seeing cars and knowing they're all shined up nicely with satnav and air-conditioning. All sorts of colours. And nothing beats a rainbow! 

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