She went running with blackberries.
She would raise her arms up high and stretch the small tendons considered to be biceps out to reach the tropical sky. Humid as always, because the last few weeks had not counted.
It was another beginning.
Jag var sonder inombords igar och jag fixade till det igen. Jag har massor med sytillbehor hemma.
Sa jag sydde igen hal och omma sommar. Fast mina vanner holl i traden och tradde nalen ocksa.
Today I am quite whole.
I do not wish to reflect quite yet.
But soon enough.
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