Karelian sun.
The Finnish name for these means Sky, or Heaven, I'm not sure.
Pamela. Her predecessor was eaten by the lynx.
Only one paw was left. But Pamela will never know.
Karelian breakfast, nay food: rye, berries and dairy.
The Old School, that my mother once attended...
...is no more.
These dark waters are the gateway to hell.
Some days just don't fly. Strange uneventful events turned into poor health and non-action.
PS. Today I watched The Wackness. Oh, I liked it.
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