golden fields of summer

These golden, swaying fields have been a part of my Danish summers, since I can remember. As you can probably sense, there is some nostalgic feelings whirling in the air.

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about journaling again

Journaling, writing or poetry scribling comes in tides for me. Sometimes, I have all the ideas in the world; other times, nothing happens. I have found out, that personally it depends on the inner dialogue, checking in with oneself and how life is at the moment.

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a book that makes me dream

Which book makes you dream? I’ll tell you mine, then, please, tell me yours.

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an almanac of words

The word ‘almanac’ goes back to my childhood, to my family. I have always loved history and tradition, that some things don’t change and are still relevant today. This the inheritance from my dad, my grandfather and great-grandfather, who are/were history lovers.

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