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Its an offgrid lacation. 
No electricity, no water. 
Fire stove. Couch. Table and two chairs. Art hanging on the walls. 
Petroleum lamp. LED light. 
A water spring is nearby.

You ask yourself:"How can a person live in a place like this?"
CoUd you?
You give the place a second look:"And where is the toilet?"

PlAce is suitable for a digital de-tox.

=> /nex/in/modro/ [ EXIT ]  

The rain started and i put the scythe away and went inside. My mind was still 
all over the place, while the body became one with the couch. Rain drops were 
whipped against the window in a steady rhythm. My gaze stopped on an etching
of an old bent apple tree and after a while i entered rem-mode.
At once i was in the middle of this abandoned garden, the rain stopped and 
next to this big tree a lady monk apeared, talking in some unknown language.
Then she looked at me and started speaking in my native language, but sounded
much older then what we speak now. I could understand only, that i should take
better care for the garden and about a stone, and that the truth is in the 
plant and not in the sone... Then she cOntinued in this unknown language, while
i was paralizeD but fully aware of all that was going on and felt so good
thow i was little as a grass leaf. This lasted then for an eternety or at least
i was hoping to get to, to be illuminated, or... then the wind push-forced the window
and rain started pouring inside. 
Half asleap i shuT the window and cleaned the mess. Outside was a storm. Unusualy
strong wind and so much rain. I layed down with the lady monk in my mind.
Next day the abandoned garden was devastated. More trees were broken, garden
beds floded... The lady was right - i have work to do.

=> gemini://modro.cities.yesterweb.org/dreaming Who was the lady?