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Years and years are gone… we were in 98, 99.<\/p>\n
Tribal Life, our\/my “school”, was thriving.<\/p>\n
It feels like ages ago, and it is…<\/p>\n
I still see many of you, dear ones, and occasionally cross others.<\/p>\n
The response so far has been the same:<\/p>\n
those were “good days” we will never forget.<\/p>\n
But, it is in the Past.<\/p>\n
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How are we, the ones I never cross, the ones I cross too shortly?<\/p>\n
For some time, I have been thinking of calling for an informal (of course) tribal meeting…<\/p>\n
Does it have any sense?<\/p>\n
Would and can I allow myself to interfere with your Lives? May I?<\/p>\n
The one reason… You were my students (and my teachers), you live in my Heart.<\/p>\n
The Energy will always stay , is that “enough”?<\/p>\n
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Would be so nice to meet you Eyes, to embrace you, each one.<\/p>\n
To see you LIVE, to feel you LIVE.<\/p>\n
And… say what?<\/p>\n
Whatever we wish for, whatever we like to share, or nothing.<\/p>\n
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I am fine, thank you. Hope you are good too…<\/p>\n
I may call you to meet under the old Oak, in a sunny afternoon.<\/p>\n
Be well, wish you all the Best.<\/p>\n
Big, deep Hug!<\/p>\n
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