I accidentally discovered that an Inuit goddess has my name. There is a cruel and sad legend that explains the presence of the sun and the moon.
However, I wish I could meet those Inuits. And I am just a few planes and more Celsius degrees away from them.
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Such a beautiful story...
It seems that beauty comes always in the same package with tragedy. And this happens mainly with the creative acts.
OMG, you're so right! How come I never thought of beauty (of any kind, not only the result of a creative act) this way?
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