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Their empty eyes look down on us w/ cold coast

Tallinn, 08.04.24

Stones carried over on ice, once rested in green, now trapped by concrete. The collective death rattle of old houses, a pile of scorched wood shoveled away. The city doesn’t breathe anymore. It has a new shape and I no longer know where I am.

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