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Runaway.

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“Her green mind made the world around her green.”

Wallace Stevens, De la simple existencia: Antología Poética

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“There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.” Neil Gaiman, Stardust

Sky therapy and book therapy are the best cure after non-stop shelling.

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Magenta Agenda.

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Diving into the sun, immersing yourself in it so deeply that your only wish is  –  to stay in this warm cloud of light and safety forever.

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“Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.” Hermann Broch

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The day of mourning every morning...

Today russia killed at least 20 people and left more than 75 wounded in Odesa, Ukraine.

There used to be good days and bad days but now in Odesa there are days with drone attacks and days with missile attacks. There are very few quiet days without any attack or air raid. 

But you can never escape the inner anxiety. Even on a tranquil day. The war has taken hold of me like a virus, seeping into every cell of my blood.

It feels like a peaceful life I can only experience in my dreams now. But no. Ironically, I only have dreams of nuclear explosions or bombing of residential houses, which seamlessly merge into waking up to real ones.

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And all shall be well.

Or not.

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“Everything you can imagine is real.” Pablo Picasso

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Where the vampires live.

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Ooh, that cocktail of brutal reality and the illusionary joy of dreams.

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"The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself" Henry Miller

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“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.” John Steinbeck - Of Mice and Men

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Morning Mourning.

It might seem impossible to see anything in the dense, milky fog that has covered Odesa today. But the fog, even the most dense, unfortunately cannot hide the horror, pain, despair and deaths of people.

How hard is it to protect myself from hopelessness, fear and complete calcification of the heart.

The latest, and allegedly the most massive attack by russia on Ukraine so far. Residential estates, houses, the maternity hospital, the school, the trading centre, offices, shops.... Spent almost the entire night and morning on a chair in the corridor under drone blasts, missiles and the challenging work of our Ukrainian air defence defenders. At least 30 people have been killed and More than 160 people were injured.

Russia is and will be a terrorist state. It is easy to become convinced of this by reading the thousands of comments on all social networks written by russians. This is not a war of putin, politicians, military, this is a war of common russian people, who apparently enjoy only one thing - being terrorists, killing common Ukrainians in their homes, destroying homes, trying to completely erase the history of Ukraine. Please remember this and support Ukraine.

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Merry Christmas dear friends! I wish you all peace, light, love and warmth.

I am writing this post under an air raid that has been going on for 1.5 hours. In total, there have been 3 air alerts today lasting more than 4 hours.

It is very difficult to believe in Christmas miracles, but my deepest wish is to see the end of the war, the victory of Ukraine, the return of all Ukrainians from the captivity, the quickest rehabilitation of the wounded and the survival of all soldiers, volunteers and army medics.

Many thanks to everyone who continues to believe in us and support my country.

Hugs from Odessa, Ukraine.

And a very Merry Christmas.

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“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.” Gustave Flaubert, November