A few days off, being free, doing what I want, having breakfast and breathing, reading, almost becoming lunch. Saying Hi to my cows, walking in harbours with mother in the storm, bringing pick-nick, eating by the beach, long walks along the sea, staring at the sea, staring at the sand (oh, that was a Cure-song, wasn't it..)
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| number 48, the reason I no longer eat meat, I mean, how could I? |
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| Domsten - the dark sky almost falling down, enclosing the world, not a wind, not a sound, wondering what they are doing in Gilleleje over there. |
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