Hans Rustad Those who sailed at dawn but will never return left their trace on a wave– a shell fell to the bottom of the sea beautiful as lips turned to stone those who walked on a sandy road but could not reach the shuttered windows though they already saw the roofs– they have found shelter in […]
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