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At the age of death i laid still with the unquenching thirst. the knowledge of more and where my lover will be. I landed on my back. crushing the only thing that kept me awake.
in the dream. i laid ashore. having eye contact with death. he glimpsed and did not say a word. and handed me his second paddle.
laying more and more deeper into the ocean. i saw an unpassable person. he covered the sands and palmed his hand under my leg. i realized i was among the ashes.
he said to me: "We may not forgiven. but we are, of tundra. Land of the unforgivable. we have forgiven ourselves." He piled behind his drooping beard. to cover against the storms for each other. and turned me into a strand. To Protect and Forgive ourselves.
in the dream. i laid ashore. having eye contact with death. he glimpsed and did not say a word. and handed me his second paddle.
laying more and more deeper into the ocean. i saw an unpassable person. he covered the sands and palmed his hand under my leg. i realized i was among the ashes.
he said to me: "We may not forgiven. but we are, of tundra. Land of the unforgivable. we have forgiven ourselves." He piled behind his drooping beard. to cover against the storms for each other. and turned me into a strand. To Protect and Forgive ourselves.