A crow flew to me, kept it’s distance
Such a proud creation
I saw it’s soul, envied it’s pride
But needed nothing it hadAn owl came to me, old and wise
Pierced right through my youth
I learned it’s ways, envied it’s sense
But needed nothing it hadA dove came to me, had no fear
It rested on my arm
I touched it’s calm, envied it’s love
But needed nothing it hadA swan of white, she came to me
The lake mirrored her beauty sweet
I kissed her neck, adored her grace
But needed nothing she could give

note to self
Notes on the Tuscany tour
It was very fulfilling to bounce around in Florence and hook up with people in my industry. Everyone seems to have a different angle on what’s not working in the way we’re approaching the digitisation of the construction sector — from norms to interoperability to
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