I don’t make sense, but sometimes I do.

This is the art of Line Svendsen.

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The Moon howls silently, she sings, the blue air creeps.
Wolves are hunting fearlessly, shimmering eyes never sleeps.
The forest welcomes travelers from afar to its dance.
Enchanted by moonlight, drugged by the night, a trance.

Dance and dream, the neverending night.
Oblivion, bliss, in love with the moonlight.

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