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A deserted path through the silent mountains.

Cracked and dry. The foot prints of past travellers.

They are long since dead. Not buried, but deep under the dirt.

Clay…

You walk past the old signs. Shot by those that once lived here.

The ruins of old churches house their names, tarnished lime-stones

or gray, ancient rock filled with garnett and kvarts.

Their names carved into it. By craftsmen with steady hands. Their work...

That eternal rock. Unbroken since the birth of our moon.

You pry it out from sacred walls, and with strength lost to those

who sleep under the stars...

You bring the tombstone through the sea of the Pharaoh.

To the green hills of the blue valley.

Wait... is that fucking Roberta Warren?

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Om Øystein Skråstad:

Øystein Skråstad er billedkunstner med bachelor fra KHiO og master fra Universitetet i Bergen.