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Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take me away.
Climb in the back with my head in the clouds,
And i'm gone.

slightly changed version of: "lucy in the sky with diamonds" beatles

this is a transit situation, which could become a residence where i feel cozy. like many others, i'm fed up with the phoney behaviour on flickr, a.k.a. "the dark side or the other side". can't trust these people anymore, to many bad memories were awakened, to many unfullfilled promises...

wasn't the first one to discover this place ( former flickr contacts are already here, yeah ). it seems to be an intimate and friendly place. so i'll give it a try hoping to find a new 2d home, new friends maybe too. i love exchange with others, communication and i think ipernity emphasizes these things more...

i'll keep my account on the other side - after the pro one expires only the "small" version - so i don't lose contact to the great people i found there.

curious to see what will happen

mo