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⌒ wanderer & maker eesti / europe / australia / south korea / japan / china 

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   continuing my writing and   photography       here !

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soft flecks     of        springtime    blooms           

 s h y  warmness  of                a    g e n t l y        waking   summer.

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and i hold your body trembling from truth in sweet sensitivity,       you are here,      here breathing the sunlight off of    watery   skin and dewy   eyelashes i need nothing written only  you   curled into my chest and hand weaves knitting together    the space between our bikes you,  me under milky this is  poetry well lived it is now   and beautifully now.

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here you are here with me  you are close your heartbeat  speaks with   mine you are here with me to watch me    watch you    watch setting sun     and feel its last warmth on our skin you are here with me so our hands can weave   and bodies hold together so to be one.

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quiet aliveness.

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thank you thank you thank you.

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i am packed i am ready to    go i have left my body in the   water.

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this place was safe it was ours, among the trees we’d name and collect it was the soft sheets of sunlight that rested over us,  resting us when everything we needed   was   here,  never elsewhere it was the bird who would call to us,   the one i would try to find and fail every time but love, nonetheless the one i’d call to,   as i would call to you softly,  shyly  where eyes would speak with the sky and fingers to soft grass patting   leaves, never wanting to leave this place was for you and me,  being as free as we could be.

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fingertips kiss dew drops  and midnight eyes  watch   stars  fall in love,    they     disappear    in a  quiet  explosion  the habitual screen is too bright for my eyes,      it irritates,   it is unnatural so i give my energy to the air    it asks me to dance with it, it asks me to let go everything is too beautiful,  everything is real        breathing it fills us,  it drains us,    until we cant think of anything but this we say hello to the wombat.

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山   ，    雲 休息，  看看                        日出              月光                                              ^ 、  、  、                             爬                               爬  看看        （ 我們 ）  爬                                         大理石畫畫我們看什麼      下      ’     ’      ’      雨 

     我們順著河流           ～                     你最大的微笑。 ___ mountain,     cloud rest,   look        sunrise moonlight               watches us climb    climb    climb the marble draws what we see r a i n we follow the river your biggest  smile.

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i am a little   bird who rests inside   the warm pocket of your  winter sweater we are restless  in the empty place my eyes  s e e k i n g   peace  in the  pale colours of sky as you make  gentle music with the earth and when we are in the river,   whose water   laughs around us we    are   calm,   we can hear each other clearly speaking all the things we knew     wordlessly      our hands make  strange  and funny  conversation,    big  smiles,      a child’s laughter eyelashes we are infatuated with    herbs gold   instruments  swing  with   unceasing bodies wooden drawers are fed,    their  opening and  closing  mouths little bats  dance within the    smoke puff  of swirling evening insects the  sun   rests on the mountain

and you are asleep by the water.

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memories   collapse   into     n o w midnight  whispers  drifting into    a  dream and sleepy  “good morning”s 

your step   still intersects with  mine as we   walk,  spotting   love        in high up places      in   broken things,   it  f i l l s  us and then we’re on the roof,   dusk singing to the   quieter  city,   to each other we’re surrounded by constellations and the old man takes my hand,   he teaches me  dancing,  which i teach to you we are both   so   awkward,   it’s wonderful and somehow the  big city is e m p t y  now as we lay on the pavement   watching our favourite   built things,   and talking about   thens and i’ve missed our voices   together how i   always skip a beat when you start counting dum,  de,  dum    ,    dum your hands   cradle mine,   and i am safe. 

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arrival of the  sunset cicada a new moon typhoon where we sheltered in the same place,      hoping that the rain would s t a y so we could stay          listening to one another then came the first day of sunlight,   a welcomed   w a r m t h onto my skin   onto buildings, and i found myself at home on the back of your bike     and in the gentle breeze that   cared    for   us in our longest and shortest week and i always felt the  undercurrent   an unwavering   w o n d e r   and   thankfulness for this immediate  love of shy honesty,   of wide smiles and our creepy keen excitement for each others company

thank you.        o

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can i love you like i love the trees ?

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i think i gave   you    my lungs a little more   each time,    time we met and    shared, shared do you notice how you breathe the air of two now and i,   i,  seldom     breathe alone and i wonder why, why i gave you   such  a precious part, vital, you were   vital and for some   moons i woke, woke in the night     ,             night

to feel,    heaviness,   h e a v i n e s s  where they used to be and i    wept     wept because all that time, i thought i was   missing    you, you but  i was missing              me,         .

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a process of unlearning the actions and words that are said to be   right   we’re comfortable in our cages but our comfort was   never   ours in the first place it was theirs,   we were told it was ours and we wonder why everyone is   boring ,   why everything makes no sense now   the repeated words are    f a d i n g they mean    nothing    they are only shallow echoes   hoping to be       something they used to be everything only happens once but we love it   too   much to ever    let   go , repeat  repeat we’re forgetting  that we live in  seasons.