“Germination of ideas sprinkled to the four winds. Heaps of envies born from the fertile ground of this imagination that takes off, cuts the roots of dogma and other limitations. Newness flourishes with glee. Make way for the expression of repressed talents destined for the co-creation of love. The question of choice tickles me for I want to celebrate all things, share and exult to the point where time loses its meaning.”
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