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  1. Poetry, photography, music.
    It’s all about finding
    a concrete enclave.
    ;o)

      • Yeah. I was rather vague. It’s a bit far-fetched.
        I looked at the concrete/cement square in which the chess pieces are enclaved.
        And then my mind wandered. And talked to me about happy enclaves.
        The ones where we more happily – maybe – confine ourselves.
        Poetry, photography… happy “concrete” enclaves…
        Anyway, like I said, my mind wandered. ;o)

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