my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



11/14/12

половина ноября, на ночь оставляем 
окно на кухне открытым, там остается
шум машин, а в комнате тихо. 





научиться принимать что-то 
непохожее на себя в другом.  








we went to the forest every weekend, 
cloudberry is in my heart since i remember
these walks, sunny swamps, wet and homey,
very early, breakfast on the glade, i was five.

and i feel that all i have now is growing from
these walks of the old times

two more forest berries and 
new poster will be done,









sometimes it's bright around me, 
rare moments but i do love them









1 comment:

  1. how happy this post has made me
    and i'd love to think that on our forest walks a little seed
    might now be sown in 5-year-old anna
    with which she can grow and grow.

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