to the graveyard after a week in sorrow and with a cold. I always walk by the rose beds in Fridtjof Nansen street and the hedge along Sørkedalsveien, today I felt that somebody was watching me

er det en snømann, eller kanskje en snøkylling?
is it a snowman, or possibly a snow chicken?



jeg har aldri brydd meg noe særlig om denne busken med de hvite bærene, men i dag passet det bra med stemningen
I have never cared much for this shrub with its white berries, but today it matched my mood

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