...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
December 08, 2006
flying to norrkôping over the weekend to celebate friends 40th birthday. and a quick glanse at this: the swedish skærgården
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