Stories

There is so many of them. Stories, which are talking about the sky falling, Sun, Moon touching the sky. There are even myths which bind them together still… do not let them be in fact close.

Too close.

Especially around a sunrise you can easily see where it came from.

Looking up and then down…

And being amazed by thhose mirror like expression.

And stones, or maybe ancient beings which decided to sleep until… until it gets better. Whatever that “it” is.

Really!

And this amazing amber shade… oh my, imagine a clothing line inspired by those…

And this discrete blue lines…

And this iron like one…

Like blood of ancient warriors which is exploring another dimensions…

Like… okay, I have those stories in me for sure, but only such sunrise can wake them up and bring back… only.

A moment… only for me. Maybe something what only I can see and decipher?

Maybe?

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