Magnetic North, Norway, 1999
September 1999, they were two and were about to be three.
He, she and her big belly went to the North, to the great North.
Space was empty, the sea, the rocks some grass and nobody.
Eyes wide opened on this landscape as on the quite begining of the world and the mind taking off, flying elsewhere, far away, around unknown future, but always coming back, back to this magnetic north, both so inspiring and so sucking in.
And flowing are the clouds, as invitating to travel, and remaining are the clouds, as a roof bending your head till the roots.
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