316: You Find Yourself

You find yourself

in the scattered pieces

of this land. The ruins

are the memories

of times long lost and gone,

uninhabited, indecipherable,

without the context

and the people they once housed.

You find yourself

in the wildflowers and growing shrubs,

among the bones

and crying birds. A fox

slips through the grass

and deer

wander undisturbed.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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