It was about an hour before midnight on the northern beach in darkness incomplete an evening of July. A fine mist flowed over their clothes and under this cover and gray uniforms, they stood facing the ocean, silent and contemplative, measuring the distance that separated the lighthouse. The light and ephemeral periodical told them that the sea was not rough night. They took away their clothes and dived naked into the liquid to the vast building lit. The cold seizes and they accelerated their actions, but any moving object that is constrained eventually stops. They sank completely into an abyss where the light was definitely absent.
Cellist, Linnea Olsson curved surface of the sea with his bow and invites us to immerse ourselves to join.
Cellist, Linnea Olsson curved surface of the sea with his bow and invites us to immerse ourselves to join.
Linnea Olsson - The Ocean
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