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Contemplation

The River

A river is always going somewhere: where? Who knows… would the river itself want to know? The fine morning we…

Contemplation

Day and Night

The days seem to pass by in a hurry I’ve seldom met before, and yet the accomplishments made in them…

Contemplation

Memories of Summer

Beautiful weather for the 24th of February. It seems like summer. And Estonia is frozen. It seems fitting. It might…

Contemplation

On Winter

I have the distinct feeling that this winter that I am presently seeing outside of my window shall be my last…