Morning sun. Lund, Sweden. (2007).
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So, I guess this is it.
Thirteen posts after exiting stage left across the Atlantic, it's time to sign off on a Swedish summer that will always be my own.
I look back on what I wrote two years ago, when moving was done in the opposite direction. See the difference? Then, it was about things to forget. Now, it's about all there is to remember. I think we're making progress.
On this first real night in my new old home, I lie awake thinking of those who made my last two years as other-worldly as could be.
Somewhere, may it be forever summer.
Somehow, may summer one day take me back.
Please, leave a light on. Lund, Sweden. (2008).
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