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Sweet wind..., breathe in...
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the passage between worlds
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...earth whispers...
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...a walk in the mists of the winter dawn...
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Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness. - Alejandro Jodorowsky
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“I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.” ― Virginia Woolf
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...among trees..., embraced by a mist...
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The Selkie’s New Clothes
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The Selkie’s New Clothes
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The Selkie’s New Clothes
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... the tunnel of love...
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... the tunnel of love...
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... in stillness stones poses...
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... solitude...
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The wind whisperer
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Untitled
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she whispers...
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...and I always look up to the sky
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White Stag
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I am never bored in watching fulmars" flight, how they glide to the wind"geometry...
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Where Sea and Sky Kiss
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Examination
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prelude
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I wait for you...
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#söderåsen
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#söderåsen
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Solitude
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#söderåsen
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#röstånga
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Those red shoes...
