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Tired of computers. Nice weather outside. Time to go out.
Tired of computers. Nice weather outside. Time to go out.
Me and the kisan cuddle us
shit Tuesday's blues and it's raining outside. The practice of misery. I'm totally stuck and can't move forward. Just sitting and looking at the machines.
conflict with words. Stavas it practice, above, åvan. Apparently, the Swedes don't quite agree here.
Above becomes the van. Not the van.
The river gets used to it. Someone who's used to rivers.
I chose the top for someone who is used to islands. Maybe practicing. Everything works, but the exercise was the most fun.
I know today is not my biggest eye-catcher. Wait a minute. This is completely pointless. Could be both. Fucking language.
Håkan Wennmark is not a police officer. It seemed like it was impossible because I don't know shit about police work. He, on the other hand, is retired. I know a little about that.
My cop's name is Sussan Larsson. She is tall and blonde. She lives with Kalindi. I haven't gotten any further.
Håkan has a cat named Måns old man, a daughter and a former wife who is now married to a boring judge. A grandson named Margit. People seem to be circling around in my life.
I have a lot of people, but not really a story.
Continuation to follow.
I like Mondays. Now I will finish painting my windows and then go and buy beets for tonight's pytt in pan.
My life has so many facets.
Then came the sun.
And the sky appeared in the water mirror.
Beauty is everywhere you can find it.