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Jul 2022
What is important and what more.
It depends on where you are.

A branch is wrapping the mother.
And the mother is weaving the nest.

The season of birds in the tides
and estuary of the perennial river
with a constant stream.

A spring
to grow up to. Upward
the only journey you have made.

But it has already happened.

The point
moved on the map

and the well, where
you got your fingers wet.
Marcin Strugalski
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Marcin Strugalski  45/M/Poland
(45/M/Poland)   
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