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All pictures are mine mostly taken with an old analog camera

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A walk around London

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2019

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little talks and sipping tea

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You are a forgotten language on my lips

An unknown stream in my thoughts

The future in the past that haunts the ghost town which I made just for you.

Nothing.

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Getaway

She stood there staring. Actually seeing the time pass. Counting every second. A numb feeling fell over her body as if someone turned the switch and made everything go slower.

Her eyelids felt heavier than ever, she didn’t know where she had been or where she was going. But standing there just staring at all the people in a rush to get somewhere, be someone. It made her stop for a second. She gave herself into the awareness. It was both the strangest and most familiar feeling in the world. It shook her.

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Grønnehavegaard 1837

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Sensation

You could see the sun in her eyes. They were crystal clear blue, resembling a warm summer sunset over the mesmerizing ocean. So pure and immaculate, completely and wholly untouched by the capturing cobweb of reality.

Looking at her was like looking at something so beautifully uncompromising, something real and uncaged. Wild in a tamed way.

‘To get a glimpse of such unique soul is a rare thing these days’ she thought as she kept on staring.

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Absoloutely ‘mageløst’

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It wasn’t a very loud noice. It was almost like a whisper. Or an exhale.

It travelled with the wind through the cliffs tracing the soft curves of sand-covered hills shaped by the persistence of time. Moving effortlessly along the reed each time the light breeze ‘swushed’ by.

If one chose to listen one would be filled with the utmost beautiful sound, almost like a melody. A symphony of well paired instruments, merging together into each and every tone. ‘Breathe’ it whispered.

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A little walk