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Saturday, 26. October 2002

This Cold Heaven - Gretel Ehrlich



The actual contours of our topography — inward and outward — are hidden. But here, from my niche in the amphitheater wall, I looked out on a barren coast that was all richness, where everything was revealed, everything was measured in immensities and scintillas. Walking, I imagined that cells roamed freely here, if they could do such a thing. That's how much space there was. The uninhabited islands across the fjord were not coveted by anyone. They were mine to explore, camp on, hunt from — or anyone's. And whatever happened there, it would, at some later date, be taken away by the advance of the glacier.




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