Monthly Archives: December 2014

She was born 1914

She was born August 25 1914, youngest child to a poor blacksmith. The story told, her mother had gone to a creek nearby in very early morning to get some fish for breakfast to the family. But she had to … Continue reading

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Mr Peterson is dead

I The stench stayed heavy in the stairwell in the house where I live during November: Mr Peterson at the first floor was very dead. I saw him last this summer when he mow the lawn on his little patio. … Continue reading

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Herr Petterson är död

I Stanken stod stinn i trappuppgången i huset där jag bor, november 2014: herr Petterson på bottenvåningen hade dött. Jag såg honom senast i somras klippa gräset på sin lilla uteplats. Augusti kanske? Hur lång tid måste man ruttna innan … Continue reading

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