the last shape we worked on was: Triangle...I thought the blades of scissors and knife were a powerful picture...a hard one but an important one...the blade that cut the ombilic at birth, giving life to the baby, seperating him from his mum, giving him real life HIS life...
The blade of the doctor the surgeon, the blade of our memories, searching our souvenirs, cutting out the bad ones ...sorting out...to cut and to recover...to recover because something was cut...
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