even when the borders are crossed backwards in uncertain boots from the wild, and you suddenly end up in Tallinn, the sky is still a pink cotton candy on a day you think it’s summer – standing in freezing thin jackets too cheap to believe it, and too cool to not take ‘em all ‘round the corner of this middle age city unexpectedly pretty in it’s shapes and cracks and it’s light on an early spring day like this.

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