robert eriksson

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One upon the other, the next onto the other, one another, one after the next, one after the other, another, a lover, the next upon the next, upon the other, altogether, all over, each other.

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Sunset above a field in Västanfjärd, Finland.

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Let's all earn a decent wage overturning the leaves so that the sunny side gets some rain, once a day, every day, all year, for the remainder of our stay in this place before it's leveled. Have you ever seen when they turn on the creatures, the way their sheen interchanges with the cranes. We have ourselves remembered within tweed, woven and weltered in some code they will never solve or remember, or store forever in a vault made of bronze. There will be this final call, but don't dwell on that thought. Monarchs fall too, and the mosaics will always remarble. Just keep overturning the leaves, you need to keep overturning them, just keep overturning the leaves.

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Strandvägen as seen from Djurgårdsbron in Stockholm, Sweden.

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Mapo Bridge as seen from the 63 Building in Seoul, South Korea.

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The tiny, triangular square Brända Tomten in Gamla stan, in Stockholm, Sweden.

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Market street in Itaewon in Seoul, South Korea.

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The stream below North Bridge, where the waters of Lake Mälaren meet with the Baltic Sea, in central Stockholm, Sweden.

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Front door of a house near Ahyeon in Seoul, South Korea.

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Yeouido Island as seen from the 63 Building in Seoul, South Korea.

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Panorama of Stonehenge in Wiltshire, England.

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Stairs in Ahyeon in Seoul, South Korea.

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Tivoli Gröna Lund as seen from Skeppsholmen in Stockholm, Sweden.

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They like vivid concrete oozing humid with thick chickens medium rare and rivers whose coffee colors flow through a city whose name nobody knows

Here they come

They like hot beds and flowerbeds where they had their umber roses collected in secret and severed, their heads sent to a doorstep twenty feet away

There they go

They like some odor of blood clots fingered, folding over while live capers recede them into a deep sleepless dream

Here they dote rust and linger where the bridges broke

They build nothing Yet they lift

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Rainy sidewalk near the Jogyesa Temple in Seoul, South Korea.

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Side street near Hongik University in Seoul, South Korea.

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Seoul's skyline as seen from Samcheong-dong in Seoul, South Korea.