Sneen falder så sagte.
I haven’t seen Moomincat but…
I have a feeling he’s been around.
I feel like digging out my old collection of Don Rosa comics. I’m sure I still have them somewhere, probably in the bottom drawer in my room. Like many other of my possessions they are old and falling apart, but also full of good memories. I think I might be addicted to nostalgia.
Meanwhile…
Det eneste hun ville var
at danse bare en enkelt nat
drømme uden at vågne op igen
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