Ord. When I wrote your name in the light, a moonbeam fell through my window. Coloured the words gentle. Under the blue, blue sky. Can I be in this landscape? The Town of Avedöre, three forgotten bars of a pop hit. By the hesitant shore we walked through mountains of razor shells and looked out towards the slowness of the sea. Were these lines really real? I wrote letters to you in my thoughts and followed the movements of the road along the coast and the sea, hesitatingly.