Her heart was beating fast as she swiped the card. It was a considerable amount. The dark-blue velvet box was wrapped in carefully with silver gift paper. The movement of the fingers was flexible and gentle. The woman in the jewellery shop knew how to treat items of this kind.
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I am on the flight heading back to Norway after spending 6 days in China. A break from the routines, I call it “run away”. The phrase is certainly used with a metaphoric sense, I do not have a good cause to justify the expression.
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I am attempting to catch the essence of what she is illustrating. The chart shows how Old English changed and developed into Middle English. How the words in late Old English period started loosing their inflections. A slight noise intrudes. What is it? I look out of the window, the sun shining, the colour of the trees seems to have changed a bit, a trace of green. It is quiet, even the birds are taking a break on this early spring day in April.
I turned my head to her. Her shoulder length blond hair had started turning grey. Her light-blue eyes focused on some point in the front. She must be pretty when she was young, some of the beauty still remained in her. A subtle elegance. She was driving, her face looked soft and relaxed.
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When I entered “Kaffekoppen” (The coffee cup), a vintage cafe located in Stockholm’s Old Town, it was crowded. The waitress said if I did not mind going down stairs, there were plenty of seats available there. Of course I did not mind. Continue reading “Midnight wandering”
Strangely, or should I rather say coincidently, many of the previous posts were written in one or another cafe, cafes of different kinds. Vintage cafes with a nostalgic touch, stylish ones with prime focus on minimalism, cosy ones with homely atmosphere, exotic taverns on the seaside, where people spoke a language I have no knowledge of, Greek or Spanish.
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I am sitting here in the corner, after almost one hour walk. It is an old wooden cafe in traditional Norwegian style, a favourite spot for skiing enthusiasts, a category I do not belong to. I am a running and walking enthusiast.
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