Magical morning

What a magical morning. We sit - me and the sausages - and look at the view. It is certainly not very different today. It is a bit overcast but it is completely still. The silence is tangible.
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Wherever I live in the world, I have to live with a vast view. There is something about not colliding with the eyes but to let go of the eyes, brain, desire and longing free. Out over the meadows, hills, mountains or sea.

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For me it is healing. Like a putty that is slowly drawn over thoughts, doubts, sadness and broken vessels. In the views, there is a nutrition that attracts courage, love, movement forward towards the living enticing there.
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And then the skat comes. Morning skat that teases the dogs. She lands in front of us, below the stairs. Looking in through the windows a bit legal and chases up Zoe. Which chases up Milo that attracts with Malte. And Zoe asks me to open the door and they flyyyger, howling, in racing speed to make this morning's first attempt to take it Satan's Skatan. Which, of course, has heard the Ylland already at the door and is raised when the dogs come around the corner. Every morning. Zoe trusts me to get up and open the door. Skatan trusts me that I have a delay. Nature's wonder.
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Today I will prepare a great photography and have a planning day and drink more cappuccino than the body can handle. Because I can. I got a 90 minute massage last night and feel both brushed and new. Ready for midsummer in a week. Are you!?
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Love m. ♥️
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Pictures @hellohazephoto ♥️