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  • This has been a journey into my past, re encounterring dar friends from many years back when my art gave its turn through the United States and these people where my agents. They had photographs of myself from back then, some paintings, ethings. It was wonderful to reconnect and it made me feel Impermanence and also: that this path was GOOD!

    Afterwards one friend wrote a message to my husband telling him how sweet he is in caring for me. The message was loving but made me feel bad, because I felt worthless -poor blind Kiki - and probably that was not intended at all by her, but my own projection.

    A few weeks later another friend wrote me: really KiKi it is so remarkable how you just go for it and get around !

    And I felt good and BIG, well, maybe not BIG, but big enough.

    Who am I then?

    I guess, I am both Kikis: the struggling one and the couregeous one and it flows in waves and what else can I do but try and flow with it???
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