Monthly Archives: November 2012

When you coming home to me / När du kommer hem till mig

Devils danced on my kitchen table All Saints Day. It was far too intrusive to cope with and  I felt tired and weak. From Monday the week after grey November  ruled the whole country in  numb and dull and chilly … Continue reading

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Where are you Mr. Goodman?

1 November 2012 Where are you, Mr. Goodman? The maple tree outside my bedroom window has lost all its leaves and the puddles on the streets freezes to ice, the cold is creeping into the walls that embraces the rooms, … Continue reading

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