In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis bein — Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
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In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis being sewn on the sly.

— Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World
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