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So Far From Losing You
“Take all my touch, softest touch, all gone, just particles blowing in the wind.” – Archive
What we are and meant to be
Ein Nordstern, eine einsame Wolke, von Blutorange zu Mitternachtsblau, der Tag schwindet dahin.
Last Autumn
Where yellow meets the sky and blues merge into grey, the silent willows sway and seagulls sing ‘good bye’.
Recent Photography
Further
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Punkt im Dunkeln 