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I must take the key to the fields. I must flee through the wheat, barley, rapeseed and corn. Follow the light and the direction the clouds tell me. I need to feel the breeze on my skin. I must walk, run, jump, breathe. Enter into osmosis with the elements. Find my humanity hidden under the leaves. Rewrite my sky. Follow the invisible paths that birds take. Live with wings. Find the cosmos. «This fragile and true, improbable but real occurrence that is all existence deserves that we be subjugated and that from this feeling of radical astonishment arises the experience of the sublime.» (Cosmos, Michel Onfray).

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