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I wake up, feverish , in a trance.
With a blurry gaze, I glimpse in a halo of light, on one side the dreadlocks of Nasser, the leaves of my Eugene plant on the other,
which mix in a vision of fever, between reality and dream .
Woman of the earth, or of the Moon, her authenticity is of a hypnotizing power.
The ancestral marks dress his body, like spells of this tribe from another world.
Serene and powerful, her awe-inspiring wisdom of peace invites us to stillness, observation, and reconnection.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
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