On Iiluoto island – I

This place was here long before I came,

me on chair

It will still be here long after I’m gone,

lonely chair

The Ice Age moulded it long before I was born,

me and landscape

It will remain still long after I’m dead,

landscape

But for now I’m here and I belong.

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