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  • This is one of the best photos to describe my writing.

    I have taken it in the heart of old oil harbour of Kotka, at first glance one of the ugliest and most repulsive places in neighbourhood. Lots of old, crumbling oil containers made from concrete. Polluted soil.

    But when I watch closer I see beauty in ugliness, originality instead of conformity, a bucolic idyll in middle of concrete.

    It’s a perfect state of mind to start to write. Nothing is impossible.
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