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Today I ran the hill in front of my house so often up and down that I feel like a mountain goat. Perhaps fate thought I lack movement because I sit too much while making art. I’m glad that somewhere somebody watches over my physical shape. Daily Painting about storming the summit

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  1. aebby sagt:

    wie ein Wintersturm … der Beobachter am Weg spürt nur einen kalten Luftzug wenn Du wieder vorbei kommst ;-)

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