perhaps the perfect place
for when you want to be lost and cold at the same time
smack dab in the middle of somewhere beautiful
—
“winter, through your hoary frost, I travel on, longing to be lost.”
angie weiland-crosby
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Piłsudskiego 38 (nieopodal Wielkiej Krokwi im. Stanisława Marusarza), Zakopane, Poland