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Oct 2012
climb to the top of the mountain with me

into the fog that surrounds what we see

we'll become rain and fall from the sky

and come back as us every time

the flesh underneath both of our skin

will harbor the journeys we travelled withinΒ 

let's draw on our bodies a world of our own

one in which we have turned every stone
Olga Valerevna
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Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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