3 Mar 2015 The first winter we shivered in the snow under Svampen, blowing smoke with our hot breaths. Last winter there was no snow, but our hearts were still aching from the cold. So many winters in Sweden, but still not enough. 0
7 Feb 2015 Darkness not so much falls as it is always present. A shadow, really, to remind us of the light. How do the stars pop out in the night? I can’t remember. 0
