The past

“Wherever ever you step in
I have been there before you.
I touched this stones,
watched that sky
nothing can be without me,
nothing can hide.
I died here many times
to be born again…
nothing can be without me
nothing can hide.
I left these marks for you
to remember,
to whisper that
nothing can be without me,
and nothing can be for me hide.” Ch. Jones

Amazing, precious, so impossible 

Salene Bugt stenrøser

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