touches

On days like yesterday when I leave my desk with a cramping stomach and an ache to finally expose this pathetic posse I turn to Astrid, touch the little bump that’s beginning to show. Happiness will eventually drive the tears I never cried away. I believe.

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we’ve created life

A couple of years ago, I rode my car thorugh Austria, Germany, Denmark and finally Sweden to start the fall term at the University of Skövde. I don’t remember everything about the trip but one thing I do. It was a song in fact and while I probably didn’t understand its meaning back then, I…

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