if only i were born a female ingmar bergman.

[chasethehorizon]

hildegaard stood alone on the rust coloured meadow that carpeted the mouth of the bothnian gulf. she breathed in the salty baltic air. soft purple fabric lapped at her calves. at this moment in her little scandinavian cottage several kilometers inland, the butt of a gun rapt angrily on the door. the shelving that held rows of heirloom china

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[darwin]

hi ;)