I shape the future with my index finger, touching an invisible hand with my imagination. It’s leading me into different directions, welcoming me on more solid grounds, as reed I can grasp to pull myself up onto the muddy shore of the swamps I waded through. I am a cloud-painter, reaching to ever-changing skies and colouring ever-brighter days. Each day is a new step of my scaffolding.
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