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  • Ever since she moved here a year and a half ago, she hasn't made a single work, nor felt any urge to create anything. But this fact doesn't seem to be especially worrisome.

    "For some people, the mountains are a wellspring. The view turns on a tap somewhere inside them, and ideas begin to flow. But I look at these mountains everyday and I find I have absolutely nothing to say in response, nothing to offer up. How can I possibly? I am nothing next to them," she said, with a smile in her eyes, "They win. They just win."
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