Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll

A house of stone and linen curtains tinted by rays of light and dust. The ocean, stretching to the horizon, peers through the window. Inside the house, a virginal woman; her ashen hair, teased by winds from the high seas, dances with the evening. On the table, her old, well-folded trousseau catches her eye just as the night birds start to sing.

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