“Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. “

When I was small, time flowed like golden syrup. Leaves hung in their buds for ages, full to bursting, seams dripping with the sugars of life. A summer breeze lingered, its sweat beading on your skin under a dark sun, heavy in the sheltered sky. I dreamed in my backyard, underneath the slyly growing birch [...]

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