Tõesti.

Breath takes visible shape through vihm, lingers näo ees hommikul, õhtul ja veel (before your face,morning, night and then some). Torn away with the mere tuul (wind of the sea). Veel kord (again) I could spend hours aimfully, effortlessly, endlessly typing on things Eestis. This will probably come in bits through the next week or so, with increasing opening (or closing) time. Time spent on this only limits the time spent allowing more to flow forth. Complex of complexities, digressing on the life and the living, in the moments of months before a more permanent settlement here, januaaris(?!). Aga veel, see kiire tuleb. Edasi,