November light

What a lovely morning. The sky is looking youthful and full of promises. As Max Frisch said “Anything is possible, nothing has happened, childhood fears have fallen down like shells – in a little white dress you are standing there in a meadow, a human being without entanglements, and high in the morning’s blueness, high the clouds are sailing, behind leaveless boughs..”
World, here we go – translating and summarizing a company newsletter first: how nicely creative machinery can be at times.

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