Flash Fiction

She loved being alone. She loved the solitude of her own thoughts, or not thinking at all. She also knew it would not last forever. One day she would have to be what everyone wanted her to be. Everyone except for her. But now it felt like she belonged to herself. And only herself.

What she loved the most was the river. She had a boat that had belonged to her father, and she just lay there and the river took her away. The river never took her too far and she could row home without being gone for too long. But when she did just lie there so was in heaven. All along on the water, all alone with her thoughts. Just her, the boat, the sky. 

Once she even snook out at night, the stars and moon guided her and her soul was at peace. Calm, serene.

See, there was this prophecy. Her entire life she had been told that she would fight the Demon Lord of Arustan. Her entire life she had been drilled in the art of war and fighting. No one would believe that when she put on her dress and just lay in a boat dreaming. She did not know when or why, she did not even know where Arustan was! No one knew. Still, they continued to train her and her days were filled with war. The Oracle was never wrong, had never been wrong, would never be wrong. Though her Uncle had sent out riders to every land, but no word of Arustan. But she would be needed, in time. She bloody hoped not, for she hated weapons, she hated fighting and the gruesome training. She hated it all.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. She sat up in the boat and sighed. Her thoughts did betray her from time to time. This was her peaceful time, not the time of war. Not the time of being something she wasn't. Instead she turned the rowboat around and headed home. It would soon be time for evening practice.

Part 2

"Lord Bantor has the best swordsman in the entire kingdom."

Marona tuned out the rest. Her uncle had taken her to the southern kingdom of Lavisa. She had never been there, but her benefactors (everyone in the kingdom) always wanted her to travel and learn more. So here they were. She to train with some swordsman, her uncle to do whatever he did.

2 weeks later

The light on the ocean made her calm. She had needed that. But mostly it was because of the stranger at her side. She had always been so focused on everything else that she had never imagined falling in love. How could she fall in love? All she did was fight and dream in her boat. But here she was. 

She slowly turned to him and he smiled. But his smile turned sad.

"Do not mind it."

"I have to, the prophecy..."

She put her fingers on his lips. "Please just take me away, marry me, make me your princess, but take me away. What about my happiness? My Choice? They can find another warrior, and no one even knows the bloody place anyway."

He turned an eyebrow at that and she blushed.

"If I steal you away across the ocean, trade will suffer."

"Since when does elves need humans?"

He smiled and thatv and by midnight they sailed away. Across the wide ocean, away from her fate. And she had never been happier.

The Elven kingdom across the seas welcomed her with open arms. The harbor was filled with people wanting to see their new princess. Wanting to rejoice in their prince's happiness.

“Long live Princess Marona,” they all shouted.

But they were soon brought bad news. Across the mountains, over the desert, even from beyond the deathly swamplands an army had come. An army filled with hate and destroying everything in their path.

Marona knew at once that she had sealed her own fate, and as they talked they mentioned one of the leaders. The cruelest one of them all, the demon lord of Arustan. The prophecy had been right, the prophecy had guided her here, or him to her. The prophecy was never wrong.

She was married a week later and crowned next to her prince. Then she was given a suit of armor, and the Sword of Peace. The sword bathed in flames that had won the Elves their freedom from the Gods long ago. Her prince kissed her good bye with a smile and she was sent to the front.

Flash Fiction

 Ashran

It was said that Gods had placed these swords in the desert. In a time where Gods still walked the land, and when men still believed. Though he had a hard time believing this. When Men had settled the planet it had been empty, except for the strange stone pillars in the desert. So most likely there had been some sort of civilization that had been wiped out. As they stood now they were the line that lead to the City of Ashran. And the reason he just did not fly in was that he was wanted in the City of Ashran. Totally not his fault by the way. And then there was the slight malfunction of his ship that had made him crash. Now, everyone could have a bad day, he had had several in a row, make that several years.

Life at the frontier was brutal. As it had always been. The main government's influence did not really reach the outskirts of space. There officials set themselves up as Kings, Warlords, or whatever hell they liked to call themselves. They ruled with iron fists and he had had the misfortune of killing one of them. Ok, that had totally been his fault cos that asshole had it coming. He had walked right up to him and stabbed him in the eye, and then in a few more places. Therefore being an outlaw in Ashran. But he was back, and he had come to claim what was his. His wife.

The swords seemed to hum with the desert breeze. He did not stop, but he started to feel strange. Like every step took longer, like his anger burned a hole in his chest. Like, he stopped and fell to his knees. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. And then the screaming started, a thousand voices in his head at voice and he understood. He understood what the swords were. Prisons for Gods from several worlds. Prison made by a race who had lives in this galaxy long long ago. A race who had moves on millions of years ago. His anger had woken the Gods and they wanted out.

How long he lay there was anyone's guess. But when he stood again his eyes were black and his body houses a thousand Gods. He made it to Ashran before falling down dead and the Gods fled. They fed and fed, until they could take form. And then the city of Ashran lay in ruins, everyone was dead, everyone on  the planet was dead. This was the time of Gods.

Flash Fiction

The Swamp

Darkness, colors, sensing, feeling. He did not know where he was, he did not know what he was doing. He did not know anything except for suddenly feeling cold. Very cold. But everything else whirled around him and he could not feel, taste, or touch. Were his eyes open? He did not know. Did he breathe? He did not know. What madness was this? A rainbow of colors exploded before him. Suddenly he could taste salt. Then it was iron. No, that was blood. Now his body hurt and his lungs burned. He wanted to rip them out but he had no arms.

 

With a gasp his head came above water and he could not almost breathe. He coughed and green muck came out. Bloody hell! It took quite some time before he could breathe normally and then finally he remembered. He was in the Witch Swamp. He was meant to kill her but instead he had almost drowned when one of her guardian beasts attacked.

“Bloody hell,” he swore again and contemplated the loss of his sword. Another swearword and he dove to get it. He needed it to kill the witch, but this sword would never be ok again.

 

Before him the biggest tree he had ever seen stood. There inside the witch would be watching him right now. He was sure he had heard a scream while he fought the monster. Around him the murky water hid tree roots and The Gods know what else.

“Bloody witches!” He started walking the best he could and swam when needed. Sometimes he saw things move but nothing attacked. It was a bit too peaceful. When he finally made it ashore he felt 10 pounds heavier. Mud, water, blood and guts. No time for that now. The tree was before him and the door was..opening?

Hell! With his sword ready he saw someone rush out and scream.

“Don’t hurt me,” the terrified woman screamed and threw herself on the ground. She started sobbing. She was dressed in rags but he still saw her beauty.

“Who are you!?”

She looked up with big eyes and cowered. “The witch meant to steal my beauty, but she was watching you and I escaped. Please please, let me escape because if you fail to kill her I am doomed.”

He felt sorry for the poor lass and gave her his hand. She smiled, and he knew no more as she ripped his throat out.

Flash Fiction

 The lovers

Matt took her hand and held it tightly. It was a way up, but what was that now. Nothing.

"All the way up?"

She nodded and for a moment everything was ok again. They raced each other up the stairs and she won. She cheered and looked down, he was only half way up, and reality set again. With a sigh she sat down and stared up at the sky. The big big sky, not so empty now.

"I got chocolate." That was the only thing he said when he came up. He took half and gave half to her. Silence again.

"I wish I had met you sooner." There she had said it and regret flooded her. She saw the same in his face. They had not been supposed to talk about that. The what if. So many what ifs. All the different ways, no, do not think about it.

"I know."

She let the chocolate melt on her tongue. She loved the stuff but it had been impossible to get a hold of for a year. Like with so many other things. She did not want to think about the past few years, they had all been bad. She snuggled up against him.

"How do you think it will feel?"

"I do not know. They say it will be instantly."

"But does it hurt?"

"I do not know." He took the chance and kissed her, long and sweet. Kisses of regret and lost time. A salty kiss of the tears they both shed.

"I know we are supposed to be brave but I am scared," she finally whispered. "I am so scared."

He held her tightly and stroke her hair. "Do not be scared, you are here with me."

"If I had been alone..."

"No, do not go there." He looked at her and kissed her again. "I love you Amanda."

"I love you too," she let her fingers play with his hair. Stroke his cheek, touch his lips. The clothes were gone in an instant, and for a moment everything was good. Just the two of them embracing in the dark night. But this was the last night ever. Galaxies were colliding. Life was ending. But they had each other.

Flash fiction

"I adore you, you do know that?"

She did not raise her head to look at him. Her anger making her blood boil. She had loved him, she had given her everything and this was how he repaid her?

"But I must send you away, just for a little while. Until things cool down,"he hesitated."Until my wife cools down."

She wanted to scream and fight, and scream some more. Why was she such a fool to love him? Why did he make her heart beat faster? Why could she not say no. So she nodded and he kissed her forehead.

"I love you, my sweetling," he said and walked away.

The house was nice, she had servants and had everything else she could possibly have. Except him of course. But the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Until she had enough and left in the darkness. He did return for her. It took him a year but he came, only to find no one except the servants. They all said she had gone out just a day ago but he could see their were lying. He searched and searched, but never found her, and his heart broke for sending her away. She had been the light of his life, his fiery red-headed mystery.

But even though Sana missed him, she went on with her life. She loved the woods and she settled down. She started to build a new life and everything was fine, until the day she was near others and heard them talk. About how her lover's wife was dead. The queen was dead. She felt restless at once, the ache of missing him stronger than ever. So she headed into the woods and near a stream she sat down. She wiped her tears and smiled.

“Darlings!” Her sweet puppies came running and jumped at her. She kissed them all and they fell asleep in her arms.

Whatever would she tell her lover when she came back with 3 puppies, they were stubborn boys and preferred this form. They were all kitsune after all.

Flash Fiction

The Ceremony

He was dead and gone. Buried in the lake he loved. Loved and missed. Missed with every breath she took. She could not stop loving him, she could not go on. 10 long years had passed, and other women had loved and lost, but found love again. She, she could not. She dreamed of him at night, and thought about him during the day. She talked to him like he still was there. That longing had led her to this. Her body were now filled with markings and her mind with magic. During the day she covered up the best she could, because if others saw the marks they would know what she had been up to. No good.

The moon was shining as she ran through the woods. She was late, the ceremony had to start soon for it to work. She bit her lip and ran faster. When she came to the lake she breathed for the first time in what felt like hours. She fell to her knees and started chanting. The marks started to glow in the moonlight and slowly she could see his face at the bottom. As the dark magic filled the air around her his body began to float to the surface. She put her hand forward as he came forth. She started to cry when she saw his face. There was no face.

The dark magic died out and the air felt suffocating. His skeleton stood before her and she knew what she had to do. She took out a knife and stood up. Sounds came from a rock nearby and she went there and smiled. Behind it sat the butcher to where she had lured him earlier. With promises of kisses and more. But then she had used magic to tie him up. He looked scared to death and he should be.
"Your flesh is his flesh. Your blood is his blood." she said and cut his throat. She called the skeleton to her and sat him down in the blood while she carved up the body. It took all night but soon there was not much left of the butcher. She had butchered him alright. She was bloody and tired. But her deed was done. Before her he stood, flesh and blood had made him like he was before. Her beloved.
"Speak," she said and his eyes turned to her.

Flash Fiction

 The Battle of Archon 5

Ana put down her gun and sighed. Her muscles were stiff and she could not relax for a second. The battle was over but every cell in her body still screamed fight! She looked around and saw that everyone else was as tense too. But they were right to be. The area might be secure for now but the cyborgs always came back, and always in greater numbers. She followed her fellow soldiers inside for a quick briefing and then they were done.
“Fuck this shit,” she mumbled and went to take off her armour. It took a while and she could only dream of a long hot shower. But before that she sat down on the bench and kissed the medallion around her neck. She thanked whatever powers that were that she was safe. She breathed in, out and relaxed for the first time in 24 hours. Home base was safe for now.

No one said much in mess hall but after a day like today words were not needed. Ana tried to look around but she could not see Gideon anywhere. Damn. She could not really ask for her lover either. Why would she ask for a officer from another platoon? But she was worried. He was always there to show her he was safe. He had to be hurt, or worse.

It was a long night and she twisted and turned in her little bed. She got up in the middle of the night and walked to the infirmary. She knew the nurse at hand and complained about a headache. She got a few pills and saw that work was mostly done for the night. So she chatted with Nurse Carter for a while and then asked about casualties.  MIA. With a heavy heart she went back, but she never made it far. The alarm sounded and they seemed to come from everywhere. It was complete chaos and she, she just stood there as one came closer. She could see he was not complete and she wondered why they had sent a model like that. But then she saw her lover's face. By instinct she put up her hands and touched his face. For a brief moment she saw grief and pain before the face twisted in rage. A single tear fell down her face before he snapped her neck.

Flash Fiction #5

The Sacrifice

"The Gods love you, you are their favorite child among men".
She refused to look at the priest uttering the soothing words. She was afraid, and it took all of her will power not to shake like a leaf. She felt cold in her thin linnen dress. Her feet felt even colder, it was as if the fear made her doubt the warm light of the Gods.

I am their favorite child, she whispered to herself as they put a ruby to her forehead.
"Now the Gods will find you in the next life. A holy beacon of light. A sacrifice for the will and good of all mankind."
The ruby was sticking to her forehead with some kind of glue and it smelled  badly. It almost made her forget her fear. She closed her eyes for a moment and heard music. It was coming. Closer and closer her doom was coming. A deep breath. She opened her eyes and looked around. There were priests all around her in the cold marble hall. They all looked at the door with joy on their faces. The door slowly opened and she could hear the priestesses singing. The last one carried her crown. Her iron crown of red red roses. Deep breath. Nothing to fear.

"Holy Sister, we welcome thee," they said and kneeled before her. The one holding the crown gave it to the priest by her side.
"You will enter their holy light," he said and placed it on her head. Then another joined him and she screamed out in pain. She could no longer hold it inside as the iron spikes cut into her skull.
She dropped to her knees with blood streaming down her face. She looked up at the opening in the ceiling and soon light emerged. The sun kissed her face and blood dripped down on the floor. She felt warm.The crown was feeling heavy and she was tired. So very tired. They lift her up and carried her to the pool in the middle.
"Bless you", they said as the hold her under water and it grew dark.

Det känns lite som varför uppdatera, jag har inget att berätta. Jag har redan en blog där jag skriver om böcker. Men skulle inte vilja ge upp så...bilder *axelryck*

Midsommar

 

Flash Fiction #4

Power was fleeting. One minute you held it in your hand, the next second it was long gone. She hated the days when she had magic, and she hated the days when she had none. She wanted to be like everyone else, to feel like everyone else. Well everyone else in the land that had magic. Instead she was called The Cripple. The poor poor girl who had so little control that she let her magic run away at times. Like she had a choice in the matter. Magic had a will of it's own, and why it did not like her she did not know.

It had been a couple of days and Arina had spent the time in the stables working. Her father always told her that if she could not keep up with her studies then go out and help instead. Like she was some bloody farmhand! She grumbled as she brushed one of the horses. Then, then she felt it. Glorious and powerful, she felt it in every part of her body and she rejoiced. She had magic again. She opened her hand and saw little sparks come out of her fingers. She threw down the brush and ran to the main house. But before she could rush into her father's study she heard something and stopped.
"The girl is useless, why even teacher her?"
"She is my daughter."
"She will never be whole, you know that. We need to take it away, she can't be half and if she realise, well then all hell will break lose."
"My daughter would not turn on us."
"All Dark ones do in the end, that is those whose power we have not taken."
Arina backed away from the door, all the way until she was outside again. Then she ran as fast as she could and did not stop before she reached the woods. She was not dumb, she had a lot of time to read when she could not study magic. She knew about Dark Magic, she had just not realised that that was the reason magic feared her. She was meant to practice dark magic instead. A smile formed on her lips and she opened her hand and a flame shot from her fingers. One sad little flower dying and she had never felt more powerful in her entire life.

Flash Fiction #3

The end of the trilogy ;)

The snow was slowly falling as he watched her. So that was her, the runaway. He took in every sight of her, she was nervous, and then he saw the arrow fly and she was quick on her feet and running away. He smiled where he sat. A hawk watching a mouse scamper away.

"Run little mouse, run as fast you can," he whispered and took flight. She was a quick little thing, not at all as they had described her to him. All those women and servants shaking with fear. And then he had killed them all. He could not let them live. There were meant to serve and wait. He was gone for a little while and they forgot. He flew over the walls and landed in a tree. Soon she would come. The one that got away. He already had new slaves waiting for him at home, women willing to serve. 

She got out of the city, it was a close call but she made it. And he followed her close. Poor thing did not realise how many soldiers were looking for the killer so he took care of a few of them, well a few dozen. He left them broken and dying all the way to her hometown. He took extra delight in that fact. That he led the soldiers right back to her. It was a week before she realized something was wrong, when soldiers were outside the city gates and the towers were burning. He still watched her and she was scared now. Wondering what went wrong.
“I went wrong little mouse,” he whispered to the wind and saw her shiver. Soon the rest if the city was burning and enemy soldiers were killing everyone. But he was sure to whisper in a few ears and it all led right back to her.

It was 6 months after the death of the king and the sun was shining. The crowds were cheering the new king and waiting for the execution. He had wanted to do it himself but it had been nice to see the city burn and her friends die. And now she would hang. Yes it served her right.

Book Blog Walkers: Weekly Check-in May 23 2014

This challenge is organized by Felicia over at the Geeky Blogger's Book Blog.

Saturday 40 min powerwalk
Sunday - stomach bug, told ya I am cursed
Monday - stomach bug
Tuesday - 5 km bike
Wednesday - 11 km bike
Thursday - 5 km bike and 45 min bike
Friday 10 km bike

A bike week and I got sick too. My luck. But it did make me start exercises at home again, something different every day. Yesterday was abs day, the day before that back day

Book Blog Walkers: Weekly Check-in May 16 2014

This challenge is organized by Felicia over at the Geeky Blogger's Book Blog.

Saturday 30 min walk
Sunday 2 hour min walk
Monday - 10 km bike and 1 hour workout class
Tuesday - 5 km bike and 50 min walk
Wednesday - 5 km bike and 30 min walk
Thursday - 5 km bike and 30 min walk
Friday 5 km bike and 1 hour walk

Better this week :)

And pics from Sunday

Flash Fiction #2

 Flash Fiction 2

Prequel to the last flash fic

She had been chosen when she turned 15, like many before her. The Dark Lord of Ajnou always needed a bride, even if no one had seen him for 20 years. But the villagers did not dare to tempt fate so every 5 years they sent a new girl there. There were never more than 3 women at a time at the castle for every now and then he drained one and left the corpse to rot. But now the castle had more residents than ever and they just waited and waited. Servants woke the women each day, dressed them in veils and jewellery and let them amuse themselves. They had even forgot to fear the Dark Lord.

To this Lyandra had been sent 4 years ago. Four boring boring years ago. Back then she had been all smiles and laughter. She had been chosen after all. She would bring fame and fortune to her family so they would not starve. Of course her father had drunk it all, her siblings had left and her mother dad died. She had also found that a golden cage, is still just a cage.

But Lyandra was not a fool, she had done the best she could over those 4 years. She had learned to read and write.  She had even coaxed the soldiers to teach her to fight, and use weapons. She was skilled in many things by now, but of course there was always the problem that what would she do with it all? She would just sit there for the rest of her life until HE came back and killed them all.

She could not exactly say when it changed but she just woke one morning and wanted to leave. She planned for months and just before her 20th birthday she put her plan in motion. It was pretty simple really. She had been leaving things in a hiding place for weeks. Then one day she escaped, well she let them believe she was just playing as she had before. And then she dropped her dress at the river, like she had taken a bath and oh no, she never came back up. A sad day when she drowned and everyone mourned.

Or least she hoped so. She had stolen a horse two villages over and was now riding for life and death to the province of Lutger where she would start a new life. Maybe even as an assassins, silly thought she laughed and rode on.

The end

En skogsrunda

Book Blog Walkers: Weekly Check-in May 9 2014

 This challenge is organized by Felicia over at the Geeky Blogger's Book Blog.

Saturday 5 km bike and 50 min walk
Sunday 45 min walk
Monday - 5 km bike and 40 min walk
Tuesday - 5 km bike and 15 min walk
Wednesday - 5 km bike and 40 min walk
Thursday - 5 km bike and 30 min walk
Friday 5 km bike and 40 min walk

Getting better (but healthwise worse again, cursed?)

Pics from this week

Also, yes I obviously love walks in the woods, it's just more fun, so there is a pic from where I live

Måndag

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Book Blog Walkers: Weekly Check-in May 2 2014

 This challenge is organized by Felicia over at the Geeky Blogger's Book Blog.

Saturday 10 km bike
Sunday 40 min walk
Monday - 10 km bike
Tuesday - 10 km bike
Wednesday - 5 km bike and 35 min walk
Thursday - 15 min walk :/
Friday 5 km bike and 15 min walk

I wanted more from this week but when I tried for more I coughed for hours and could not stop :/ Still, disappointed.

Pics from this week

Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction 1

I hate titles, so nothing this time

Lyandra did not mean to brag, but she was the best of the best. At least in the province of Lutger, and whatever people thought, assassins stayed in their own territory, that is if nothing big came up. Like now. The Duke of Lutger was going to the capital of Rsahan's neighboring country. Peacetalks and that usual boring stuff. But before he went he had hired her for an assassination on the King of Rsahan. This was crazy and she usually did not do royal assassinations, they usually found a way to bite everyone in the ass. But she was desperate. She was not the kind of women who sat on her money, no she has spent it all and the little she had left was nowhere near to cover this latest expense. Having to pay off another assassin who tried to black mail her. Usually she would just have killed the person but this bugger had covered his tracks well. She needed money and fast. So that is how she ended up in New Morwen, the capital of the blasted kingdom of Rsahan.

She sat on a rooftop and looked at the castle. This would be tricky, she was good, just provincial, not this good. She bit her lip and took our her crossbow. It had to be like this. she could not do a quick stabbing and run, she had to wait and then wait some more.

Waiting was boring but she was on her guard. She could see Duke Lutger now and took out her crossbow. There the king was, he was riding out to meet the delegation. She took a deep breath and whispered a few words to the arrow. A crossbow arrow would never hit him at this distance, but one infused with magic certainly would. For a second she looked at the king. He was young, he was truly handsome, what a shame. She let the arrow fly and it hit him right in the chest. She did not even see him fall off the horse, she was already on her way. The city would be in uproar, every stranger would be checked. She had change to her disguise and get the freck out of here. She smiled as she jumped from rooftoop to rooftop. She would pay the blackmailer and she would cut out his heart and eat it.

Från dagens promenad, jag tog bilder av katter jag såg ;)

Söndagsbilder

 

En Liten promenad då jag varit sjuk och hostar så in i helsike.

 

Det börjar bestämd knoppas

Veckan som gått. Jag var sjuk..igen

Book Blog Walkers: Weekly Check-in April 25 2014

 This challenge is organized by Felicia over at the Geeky Blogger's Book Blog.

Saturday 50 min walk
Sunday 17 km bike
Monday - I am sure it turned out to a 15 min walk when I trekked over town healtcentre -> x-ray -> hospital
Tuesday -sick
Wednesday - sick
Thursday - sick
Friday will update later (planning a 10 km bike ride)

Sunday

Book Blog Walkers: Weekly Check-in April 18 2014

This challenge is organized by Felicia over at the Geeky Blogger's Book Blog.

Saturday 1 hour walk
Sunday 7,5 km bike and 3,5 km walk
Monday 5 km bike and 45 min walk
Tuesday 10 km bike and 1 hour workout
Wednesday 5 km bike
Thursday 5 km bike and 50 min walk
Friday 1,5 hour walk

And now I have a cold again! Sighs

From Sunday's and Friday's Walk

Någon...jag har läst igen ;)

Tisdag

Jag tog några bilder på väg till bibban :)

Det skall bli härligt med lite helg snart

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Vad jag har läst på sistone. Den översta var bättre än den nedersta. Och så förstås mitt monster som ser argt ner

Söndag igen

Tog en promenad och hittade stig efter stig, vart man än gick så kom man till en korsning.

Vi gick på vägen och långt borta såg jag nåt vitt så zoomade in för att se om det var svanar. När jag tagit kortet upptäckte jag nåt annat oxå :)

Book Blog Walkers: Weekly Check-in April 11 2014

  This challenge is organized by Felicia over at the Geeky Blogger's Book Blog.

Saturday 1 hour walk
Sunday 2 hour walk
Monday 5 km bike and 35 min walk
Tuesday 10 km bike
Wednesday 11 km bike and 1 hour workout
Thursday 5 km bike and 30 min walk
Friday 5 km bike and 30 min walk

From Sunday's walk

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Händer aldrig nåt i veckorna, så här är vad jag läst.

Veckans Söndags Promenad

Vi har varit vid det ena träsket förut (sista bilden) men vi har bara skymtat det andra på håll så denna gång kom vi från ett annat håll och sedan gick vi runt det andra.

Och så förstås vad jag läst