There came a funny wind today and the sky looked like as if seen through fish eye. All the clouds scattered like fluffs in a circle with the focus on the sun sitting on the other edge opposite me.
Someone died today, someone who wasn'nt born yet. And a part of me died too, like with all the dreams that vanish before they become reality.
So I'm sitting out here again, by the river and thinking I might not take a picture anymore. There's been just too much that happened lately, and there are things that can only be described by words. And the rest you can see anyhow, if you have the eyes for it.
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