Dear Weaver
Dear Drop
Dear Sad Dancer
Dear Flame
Dear Journey Man
As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind…
The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I am not my eyes. Soon I will get to know you.
I will collect the sound of passing through – overcoming distance, steps, whistles, rhythmic rumble. All these sounds given by time, when moving through space. They will carry me there.
/Ekko
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