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This is a land where only wild birds live.
I strongly imagine you doing something big; the land holds itself.
Maybe you should ask nature what she thinks about an image with your body?
We have to invent a new language to communicate with other species.
Can you please guide me?
You don’t know which creature you become.
(sources ) – not particularly in that order
Phonemessage to my brother written in the bus between Keklavik en Reykjavik.
Skype message to my companion Troels.
In conversation with the Well.
Extract from a presentation during the ‚Future Fiction’ sessions.
In conversation with the Wind at the Waterfall.
In conversation with the Medicine Woman
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