Because he didn’t want to let go of the flowers, he couldn’t support himself on the left side of the slope and slid down a few metres until he was able to hold on to a warped tree with his right hand. He could hear his heart beating. „Like the machines in the mine: toc-toc–toc-toc“ he thought.
„My imagination is the gateway to infinite possibilities and through this creative process I can explore the unknown and live the magic of being in the here and now. When you are present, there is no place for fear, there is again room to create, to love and to heal“.s
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