11 oktober 2011

sand island.

[fujica st801]

the days had turned cold and we returned to the archipelago.
to the sandy island of firs and little grass.
the brave girls swam in the rain.
thirteen of us were not to be wed a few days later, the fourteenth was.
day turned into night, sobriety turned out of sight.
in the end i saw the moon and the stars.

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