My Tolomeo story

Nancy Jehmlich

"Somehow or other, it was always there. Unobtrusive, reliable and loyal. ...

... It did its duty like a good pencil. One day, it came out of its shadow into my light and was given a name. Since then, it has appeared regularly, all the time, here and there, giving light and a feeling of comfort. Its cone limits the space that is open towards the top, like a tent erected in the middle of a meadow that suddenly provides a home. A light, warm space that helps you to focus and be completely yourself, a light that never dazzles, that goes with you effortlessly and quietly, just as you want until you switch it off. And that means: time to go home!"

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