Thought fragments encountered in an old church yard in Archita, Romania, shortly before midnight…
Eva-Sophie Seyfried
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I remember you, Romania. How shyly you declined to follow the shouts of some future, with so much past still clinging to your colorful, but slowly fading apron. I remember you showing me the mountains, and there you were quiet. Happy. All by yourself.

Yes, I can remember you now, Romania. You are still beautiful.

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