I've been waiting all summer to move to the hut on top of the hill, so that i can behold this view in the morning. With this, i feel sure that the day can only go great now! Like Swaha having prepared breakfast from our garden, offering me freshly cut melon. Like watching the colour of Margarita's hanging laundry and the wavy shadow of Buddha on the cloth that covers Ourano's window. Like wondering wich secrets are unlocked by the key that hangs behind uncle Osho's eyes, or wich lady playfully leaves a panty hanging on an olive tree (could it be a marking like the wolves do?). Like letting my eyes dive into the amazing Eressian Autumn light, letting my ears tune in the silence of the empty tent and dinning areas. Like, giving advice on what's the best way to wrap up the Buddha Hall and then work less and photographing the process more!
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