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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. . . The clouds hang low but seem lightyears away silhouetting the needles & the pines caging the sun in ribs of violet, green & grey . . 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