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noyade.

noyade.

these nights are slowly killing me i called for you again. do you see me sinking? i am drowning off the dream coast, drifting in a sea of talking ghosts (it’s your voice that is going to swallow me whole) how am i to breathe in this ocean of memories? how am i to swim...
the magic of nature.

the magic of nature.

we stand in awe, the land’s own symphonic, siren song holding us superficially frozen in place we swim in the surreal of a holographic lake, sink into a whisper of wonder that leaves us weightless – transported – enchanted everything is connected we float...