Twice a week I drive through the black veins of Helsinki-Lahti motorway. I can relate myself with the crows who eat the corpses of dead animals. At least I love my job.
Today.
In the autumn.
In the beginning of the school year.
I used to be a fairy but I wanted to become a human. I'm trying to discover how I got this amazing opportunity. I live near the arctic circle with my family. Now I'm trying to find out how it became possible. I keep on wondering and whining about the miracles of life.
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My daughters chest of drawers |
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In the kitchen |
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On the desktop |
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Me in the opening |
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Looking at "A Smile of a Friend" |
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Ateljee Bar and some of my guest |