eva k. barbarossa
Apr 26, 2016 · 13 min read
The mist swallows the sun and softens the edges
Aptly named Misty Fjords
One of many a tiny road I drove
The end of a world, but I know not which
Well, hello there!
We speak and yet nothing is said
All the deepest greens live here
The interior
And here I stayed, until it was time to stay no longer

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