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i try to keep moderate here

in this land where hot and cold

have not yet learned

to live together - but

the land wil not have it.

even the wind finds its way inside my jacket,

into my skin, pinching me with its cold fingers;

it conspires with the leaves who whisper it in turn

to the tiny spirits lurking at the roots of the spruce trees;

they say there is beauty in these extremes.

i only know that i am a foreigner here.

i am a stranger here

in this land

that has

forgotten

the sea.