" Speiling av trær i frossen elv ved Dalstuene i Kvænangen -Høst 2008"
Eventally, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks
Eventally, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks
are timeless raindrops. under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am hauted by the waters.
~ Older Norman
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