Around this time every year I always miss Sweden and it's woods. My woods, where I grew up. With forest flowers I know the name of. Linnea, skogsstjärna, kärringtand...
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Skogen
Around this time every year I always miss Sweden and it's woods. My woods, where I grew up. With forest flowers I know the name of. Linnea, skogsstjärna, kärringtand...
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