Doll house.
Sometimes it feels like we all are made for living in doll houses. Living in the frames of life, with all these things and routines. And someone higher is playing with us. When it has been good for a while, then it has to be bad and good and bad. Maybe we are just toys for something. Feels like it sometimes. Time to get an own doll house then.
Sometimes it feels like we all are made for living in doll houses. Living in the frames of life, with all these things and routines. And someone higher is playing with us. When it has been good for a while, then it has to be bad and good and bad. Maybe we are just toys for something. Feels like it sometimes. Time to get an own doll house then.
Today the wind was so heavy, my umbrella almost flew away!
Snow flakes on my winterjacket.
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