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Do you know the tale where a person falls in love with an Edelweiss flower? The one that Moondog sings about–the musician spots an Edelweiss flower growing high up on a mountain cliff and becomes completely enamoured by it. He must jump to his death from the ledge to be together with his flower. At least that’s what the bird on his head says.
Beside him is Swantrack, who is singing a different song. Or at least waiting to do so because they want to capture the end. They find it the most beautiful–the grace of the final bow, the realisation that the last flower on the ledge is indeed the most wonderful. It’s where everything else ceases to exist, when there’s no track forth or back.
Back Home, who is creeping in the corner, and who we often forget about. Too busy imagining the end, or life filled with love. Home is safe and calm. Like a sanctuary. But unlike a house made of bricks, this one is rooted and living. Guarding inside, there’s an owl, who stays awake…
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Six figures Kris Lemsalu
Do you know the tale where a person falls in love with an Edelweiss flower? The one that Moondog sings about–the musician spots an Edelweiss flower growing high up on a mountain cliff and becomes completely enamoured by it. He must jump to his death from the ledge to be together with his flower. At least that’s what the bird on his head says.
Beside him is Swantrack, who is singing a different song. Or at least waiting to do so because they want to capture the end. They find it the most beautiful–the grace of the final bow, the realisation that the last flower on the ledge is indeed the most wonderful. It’s where everything else ceases to exist, when there’s no track forth or back.
Back Home, who is creeping in the corner, and who we often forget about. Too busy imagining the end, or life filled with love. Home is safe and calm. Like a sanctuary. But unlike a house made of bricks, this one is rooted and living. Guarding inside, there’s an owl, who stays awake…



































































