In the Vastness of sorrowful thoughts
In the days leading to spring equinox, I sense how the darkness is losing its grip and in its wake follows this numbness of dusk. Today the sky presses its […]
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The first All Hallow
The sunset was a pale sigh and walking through the cemetery my feet were leadlike; with darkness arriving I felt the burden of my mourning growing. A year had passed, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 