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We are coming down to earth. we will not arrive intact. You are invited to a journey. A sweeping pilgrimage that takes you away, shakes you, and leaves you undone, broken - in little bits of fertile gasps - ready to be reborn. Join us for the the next course in 2017. The course is now ended, and will be open again in 2017. If you have more questions about what the course entails, you can write Bayo here.
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