From the north a butterfly in winter land under the Polar star in the elongated small country

-Norway-

If you listen carefully you can hear her wing stroke rises from a descending black star from a nightmare visions flash down below the abyss.

Breaks through the chains from a cage of another day healing subconsciously a picture of pain.

Bleeding memories and a battered country girl, but beautiful as the midnight sun.

Strong as the Northern Lights dances on the black canvas of the sky.

She colors her soul s landscape of a ruin to an architectural masterpiece.