Episode
Original title: Hukule määratud
There, where there are no tracks anymore and the fallen trees embrace the rubble, someone sits; in the Indian summer’s crispy grass, and says peace unto himself. Things felt can not be erased, but they fade into wisdom for the future. Maybe it is not earthly this road i have to walk, but how can i know if i am subjected to gravitation.
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