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I dont know if you've ever had this feeling. As a minimalist of sorts, I enjoy imperfection, randomness, the non-sensical, the aesthetic and the conceptual. Also those things that completely blind my rational being and make me all feelings -like Jarman's The Garden-. 

Sometimes walking ahead blindfolded, or in what you think is a straight line, you smell the wonderful smell of Lavender. Simple and pleasing.

I am not very much into jewels, but I do enjoy them when I have my eyes closed, as I do notice them by their shimmering reflections. Is the light bouncing on them that makes them so attractive, not the stone itself.

What stays with you, in your memory, are not the geometrical shapes of the stone, but rather the feeling, the moment, the light. It stays there, ethereally. 

I don't usually dedicate a post to anyone here, but lately it is been difficult to see the light, or the Northern Lights. But still Claudia its always been that smell, that reflection that I can notice even when I am blindfolded, or numb. Its my ubiquitous aurora. She's always there. And I am eternally thankful that the phenomenon of inertia has made our paths cross.

She is timeless. Proposing to compare her to a waterfall might be the best comparison I could ever make. Always running. Always vividly straight ahead ,always running, yet always calm, in control. 

Strong.

To be honest, I can't express all what Claudia means to me. 

I miss you. And I am going to make sure that I visit you soon, as that Lavender moment it is difficult to find but very much enjoyable, and full of meaning and enjoyment.

If this was a text and xoxo was the closing, xoxo would be xoxo²⁰⁰⁰.