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There is a piece of land hidden in the curved & twisted hills of the Black Forest
 People arrive in bundles & in twos
 Escaping the eery lives of their hometown blues.
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 The clouds hang low
 but seem lightyears away
 silhouetting the needles & the pines
 caging the sun in ribs of violet, green & grey
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 It’s a parade of want-to-be freaks
 of want-to-be lovers
 a temporary state of being
 free at last
 free for the last.

Image caption: 35mm. Eystrup, Bremen, 2018