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| Basel,
fuel my blood
with the forest leaves
living by my past |
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A one day trip flying solo in Basel, and my paste-up session turns into a somehow mystic one: sh—y cold grey misty weather with its share of rain, walking alone with no soul around but slow trains & construction sounds, and the odd impression that I’m, in fact, not alone, that my late grandparents are hiding around the corner keeping watch while both my hands are full of glue.
That’s what going back home to my family’s hometown feels like ❤️🇨🇭
☁️✒️
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