The process are impeaded

There is not more to be said
we are in the no mans land
raining and it is muddy
Between the reality and dreams
are we

the future unclear
the past contested territory

I am here on the stone
watching the scene

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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