Erichsens Gaard 8

And with every step…

Or maybe I was not moving, only this path was…

Maybe I was in fact touching other realms?

I do not know… that sweetness of the air, that greenery, that calming feeling…

And those bricks, so raw.

Suddenly…

Coming out from this almost neon green.

Buzzing…

Oh, here you are.

Queens of this place.

And the house…

Now… bit dead.

Like tourists and all that jazz was not enough… like it was in a desperate need of… family. Life buzzing here. True living.

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