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The film screening at an old pub

And the talk between a director and an actress/screenwriter, missing the appearance of a novelist. 

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Once, I thought of all the women who can never live without men as selfish, hysterical and “ordinary”. Women can be anything, other than foolish or weak. I thought of the girls I love, or once loved. Some of them have never been truly alone, and I somewhat felt that should be okay - because my girls are special. They know who they are, no matter who they can be with. 

Maybe among the women I never need to know or meet, there could be many of those “special ones” too, huh.. Likewise, they have no reason to ever see me.

If I put that to sleep without question, that wouldn’t be me anymore. Is that the least, or the most womanly part in me? 

The red-cotton tree, is somehow remembered in my childhood as a symbol of women's feudal suffering. The way they stand tall and lonely, half spectacular and half ghostly in the grey sky of March - is simply a scene to behold. This year, I got to see them in a blue-sky sunny day.

“Red strings of fate, white threads of dismay”

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The strange ways via which a girl may have found her heart again.

I found mine one day in October.

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He’s still there, fishing for the half of my heart that was never forgotten, in a poodle left after the rain. So that I will always still have it. So that we will always have it.  Watercolour on Arches HP 300gsm

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An Old Film

Director: Hinosuke

Screenwriter: Maryna Lette

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Self-storage Re-organisation

Read from left to right

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Some of the best people you’ll ever meet in your life tend to arrive a bit late...

... which stands as an excuse for “I’m not a morning gal”

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“It’s not just a dream apart, it’s a whole world.”