I was born in a village in nothern Sweden far away from cities and people. Actually it is the most beautiful place I know. A stone at the house was my favourite place when I was a little girl. Here I sat, philosophising while I looked out over the meadow and lake.
Not allowed to copy.
Life is a journey. I travel sometimes. Watching me curiously around. Punctuality. Everything else can be difficult. Bus stops. Congestion. Impressions. I return constantly to my stone. In my mind, I am often there. The stone is still there – again and again …
My life has gone up and down, like most other people’s lives. I grew up in the countryside in a large family. In the country has time to think things over and maybe I have been thinking too much, but writing has given me the tool to see my life in a different way. I work with words and I like words. Formulate words. Writing down my thoughts about life. The life that I never will completely understand. I just try to make it a little more understandable. By writing.
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