"Open" We were out by the baltic sea one day. An ocean that lies calm and flat like a lake on a beautiful day. It was stormy and the waves came rushing in, pushed by the wind like the trees on the rim, high above the waterline, reaching for the sky. There was a daunting sound, amongst those trees, like the earth was moving, the end and yet the beginning of the world. We wandered along the top of the hillside, right on the edge between the land and the sea. Right outside my horizon. |
"Behind that Horizon" |
"Rising" |
"Reflected" |
"Still" |
"Closure" |
"Ashore" |
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