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Let’s call it a newsletter, but, actually, it is<\/p>\n
A telling of stories, softly whispered in your ears, late at night, at the break of dawn, during a lazy afternoon in the summer heat, on a cold winter day spent next to the fire.<\/p>\n
It’s me reaching for your hand, trying to connect. A way for us to keep in touch, to share our humanity, to build towards the realisation of our ambitions.<\/p>\n
It’s us sharing what excites us, what moves us, what scares us, how we got hurt as well as how we are healing, what we are fighting for, what we have lost a long the way and how that is actually never really lost, not as long as we remember. It is witnessing ideas spark and letting them grow.<\/p>\n
It’s something as prosaic as a newsletter, reverberating with all the stories ever told, all the stories still to be discovered.<\/p>\n
It’s a newsletter, in English, issued intermittently.<\/p>\n
And you can join it:<\/p>\n
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