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It is the emptiness; vastness of Space between materials, that Defines the size of a place, Even within thin walls. A half-long walk from my house stand The ruins of a medieval church Struck by lightning so many times Over the last nine hundred years -As if the Lord Himself kept saying *Stop building me this **** and Just LIVE-* that they finally let Its 1100s stone walls remain Open to the weathers of the skies. Some Norwegian churches are so Old, they still carry runes and Engravings to honour Odin, Tor And Balder. It's a difficult thing to Let go. To just bless the tree and Surrender it to the rains and suns Of time.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
The Rains and Suns of Time
It is the emptiness; vastness of Space between materials, that Defines the size of a place, Even within thin walls. A half-long walk from my house stand The ruins of a medieval church Struck by lightning so many times Over the last nine hundred years -As if the Lord Himself kept saying *Stop building me this **** and Just LIVE-* that they finally let Its 1100s stone walls remain Open to the weathers of the skies. Some Norwegian churches are so Old, they still carry runes and Engravings to honour Odin, Tor And Balder. It's a difficult thing to Let go. To just bless the tree and Surrender it to the rains and suns Of time.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
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