Day 1430, key.

Day 1430.jpg

These doors

in front of me

don’t tell

where they

lead

to

~

maybe

to the other

side

or

a cellar

a loft

storage

~

do I need a key

Day 1422, grey.

Day 1422.jpg

With the greyness

of the year

slowness

of time

~

the silence

and calm

~

water

slowly freezes

clouds

moving backwards

~

this winter

is standing

still

Day 1405, one.

Day 1405.jpg

From deep

down

the darkest

caves

~

smoke

from baking

bread

and culture

~

spread

through the air

seeping

into all

our pores

 

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