Thirty

We were sitting side by side with the Siberian man, watching the northern lights playing in the night sky for a long time.

Later, he took me to rocky seasides, snowy mountains and plains, forests, rivers… everything in the colours of the sunset or the aurora, I couldn’t tell. It was beautiful.

He kept saying “The world is one”. “The world is one”. “The world is one”. Until I could feel it, deeply, inside and out. The world is one.

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