Zwischenwelten
my journey between worlds
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Saturday, June 20, 2015
Tired of all who come with words,Tomas Tranströmer
Tired of all who come with words,
words but no language,
I went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!
I come across the marks of roe-deer's hooves in the snow.Language, but no words.
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