Entering the tower the first thing to catch my eye was an extraordinary gobelin. Of old age for sure but well kept. The design however quite foreign and asymmetrical. I did not remember ever having seen anything quite like it.
Meanwhile somewhere else
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- Chapter XII - To the tower
- Chapter XI - Remembrance and hillsides
- Chapter X - Through velvet silences
- Chapter IX - Amongst fallen leaves
- Chapter VIII - Afternoons and lawnchairs
- Chapter VII - Of lemons and arches
- Chapter VI - Maps and charts
- Chapter V - Calmning treasures
- Chapter IV - Whilst in the thick of it
- Chapter III - When they pass me by
- Chapter II - Where I stand
- Chapter I - And you shall find me in the forrest
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myGOD I can´t take my eyes off your pictures! How come I haven´t seen them before? ( - or have I, in a strange twisted, translayered existence?)
I promise I ll read your novel too, dear Rasmus. soon, asap in fact. But I SIMPLY CANNOT TAKE MY EYES OFF THE PICTURES. Kærlig hilsen: imola
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