The Winter is fast approaching and the Autumn days are cold. Darkness sweeps over the sky and rests heavily, leaving reluctantly late in the morning. The wind blows fiercely with that bitter chill, like a warning for the cold that's coming. We have already recoiled indoors, hiding, as if in early hibernation and our warm bed beckons invitingly more often than we'd like. In our bed we live and laugh and love and play, already waiting for the summer to return. We have a very long wait ahead of us but we also have a very good bed.
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| Photo taken by my Rasmus |
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