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  • Because of the hurricane, I come home a day early from camping and from my Shamanic workshop. The wind is not good for the tent, the rain and cold are uncomfortable.

    I sketch a picture of my husband with pastels, right after I arrive home. I see him as a shaman. I see myself as one too.
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