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Note to self: What does honest expression feel like?
It is all those moments that are hard to describe with words. Prisoning the feeling of magic between a few letters. Stealing away the smell of the moment. Maybe it’s presence in awe. Or the wind that passes between the pillars. And maybe I am allowed to write in a way no one has to…
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Trading Comfort for Growth
I am no longer asking: “Why am I doing this?” Meanwhile other people still ask me: “But why are you doing this?” “Irgendwie muess mer sich ja beschäftige…” (Somehow we have to find a way to pass our time, no?) I tell them, and it shuts them up. At least for a short moment. And…
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Do I miss you?
Are we done for good? Or are you about to come back into my life? How long do you need to miss something before you can let it back into your life? And when is it better to leave it in the past and move on to the next thing? Or how do you know…
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Clothes and Stories, empty spaces to fill.
Finding joy in creating stories and bringing them to life through clothing, events, and the designing of spaces… …the search for spaces to fill with contemporary romance remains ongoing.
kesitu. 