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Tbilisi
Lately, while lying in bed, I've been thinking about the Monument of Saint Nino in Tbilisi. Its smooth curves, slopes, and lines, rising and falling like a slide—I don’t know why, but I’m deeply drawn to it. It’s strange, this monument keeps appearing in my mind, and the entire creative process seems to be connected to it. Even though I know they don't look alike at all, to me, it embodies the Tbilisi I miss from that October.