Location: Earthdance quarry, Plainfiled MA 01070
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Date: 31 December 2006
Time: 8.30am
Site::A lake of water in an old quarry

Description:
So so beautiful
The birds, the wind, a leaf full of snow
A branch dropping its snowy package onto me
Showering m with purity and strength
Connected with the land
Sometimes feeling the earth turn
Feeling time turn
the spin at the end of the rock
Holding A-M’s face, smiling, sparkling eyes and shining happiness
Running, hopping and jumping through the trees
Across the lake in Zurich
Mum with her hand in water on the sofa
Bev washing up?
Kalyan at the train station
Becky and Jo by the sea
Michelle and Steno in the bath
Rebekah dancing in Ayreshire
The trees are cold
Colder than I thought
The ground is safer… and also less safe
The sun greets me well
I feel complete, loved and with. I hear the rock splash in the water, and I know this is Bruce`s signal for me to end

Present:
Joel - filmmaker

Bruce Hooke- photographer bruce@bghooke.com

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Location: Under the bridge, Sihl River, by Needle Park, Zurich, Switzerland
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Date: 31 December 2006
Time: 2.30pm
Site: The River Sihl meets with River Limmat at the end of Platzspitz, needle park has an interesting history as it was used for a contraversial experiment in the 80s. Heroin addicts and drugs dealers were permitted to gather here and openly shoot up and apparently junkies came here from all over Europe to hang out. It was an intriguing attempt by the Swiss to contain the drugs problem and ensure that addicts were at least getting clean needles, access to advice etc. The scheme was abandonned in 1992. Needles Park is also home to the stinkiest tree I have ever encountered – the female of the Gingko Biloba with her pungent fruits have to be smelled to be believed!

Description:
Sun in the South West, it’s a warm day in Winter. Flock of birds and a plane cross paths in a pool of water – a wave of sadness passes through me.
The texture of the bridge wall – the texture of my cracked lip are the same
Perching on a knotted clump of muddied grass stems, a tussock, nest– I look up and see someone looking down over the railings of the bridge. I feel presence behind me, embracing me and then peeling spines together, then hands with mine.

I’m moving my hands, bird like fingers coarse, then claws vibrating. There are people all around me, walking over me, in the park, by the road, I can see a few seconds of their shadows. I’m here. Pebbles and stones. Anna, sits cross legged still to my right, reminding me to stay still, simple. Still you, or Merav being (t)here in from the North West in this backwater of the Sihl.
Dancing with the rock. Shall I shan’t I?.. I can’t resist, are you ready?
Splash! It’s my ending.
Tiddlers swarm back and forward over their bed of pickled leaves

Present: Jo Salter

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Thanks to Mark and Barbara Salter