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2021-12-19
bells in fog


I hope for a long nap between worlds. Smell of wood smoke in foggy afternoon. Shadows of my father and grandfather in grey space between the trees. Intoxication of red wine and meat of freshly killed animals. The world spirals down into a night of playfully circular dreams.


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