lørdag 8. april 2017

Becoming the fisherwoman’s wife.

A set of truths, as it may be. Long distance, out at sea, whisked away by strangers on the tides.

My heart burns there, too.

Too long shadows of doubt casts glances on the walls. Too long since the dawn has passed. Now a new dawn rises. Born in red, gold and silver – do we still have hope?
I do.

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