Ein leichtes Blatt auf einem wilden Wind
Berührt leise meinen Harnisch,
Dort, wo mein Herz schlägt.
Ich fürchte diesen Wind,
Denn in ihm singt die Sorge der See.
Danke für so vieles, dass ich es in Worten nicht ausdrücken kann.
Those are the adventures of Mr. Fimbulmyrk, in bushcraft and blacksmithing, mountainbiking and hiking, reenactment, writing, singing, dancing, stargazing and having a piece of cake and a coffee. Pray have a seat and look around you, but be warned - the forest´s twilight is ferocious at times.
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