I was therewhen Keiko died.I was turning my ankles on the slick rocksalong Taknes fjord. Lonely and abondoned not me, but him. Homesick and agoraphobicnot me, but him.He beached himself at my feetat my pink rubber boots, his rubberywhite bell... ...
(Blogginnlegget er hentet fra Stjernekast)
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