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Michael Engelbrecht:
The postcard leaves this little German Town on Saturday and moves by air and (in accord with its painting) over the Atlantic ocean.
It’s accompanied with a secret code, best wishes and a long look up into the blue. Its essentials date a long way back, to February of 1978.
Funny enough, the year I saw that guy playing his instrument in the OMNIBUS jazzkeller in Wuerzburg:)
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Michael Engelbrecht:
This comment is for signalling the first comment has been dramatically changed.
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Jan Reetze:
The suspense is killing me.
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Michael Engelbrecht:
Irresistible. With a touch of Magritte, the whole thing.
What you see now, is the green/blue ocean presented by my sofa.
And a minimal excerpt of the „flying“ postcard. Nothing more can be revealed at the moment. -
Michael Engelbrecht:
It just left the post office.
– Safe journey, is all that is left to say.