Many hours later many miles southwest and finding oneself in that strange yet familiar balance, a fast and noisy week behind and still reconnected to the silence of the valley and its hills within winks of eyes. December weeks december lights and for just a few moment, time feels like passing slower out here until one realizes the years that went by, the age of the tapes on the shelf, the handwritten covers faded with too many small and big cycles of the sun, the scent and warmth of all these summers still somehow hidden within these walls, the clay, the straw, the wood. Relating. Belonging. Carrying stories around, and unfinished pictures in most of them. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

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