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This is a story about horizons - with no clear beginning or end. It is not meteorological statistics but a personal experience of evryday life, a reflection upon the nature of reality and thoughts - a nature of waves.
The horizon as a seam of different realities. Not only the sky and the land. The horizon is similar to a well in whoch one is not allowed to look. Where everything is possible because one cannot see it. The thin border between yesterday and today. Between today and tomorrow...
Many days I pass by the sea. While walking, the horizon always moves along - day after day::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::