It was
early morning in march. I was sitting on the terrace of my summer cottage.
Morning was
cloudless, the sun was shining.
For the
first time this spring the chaffinch was singing in the spruce.
The summer
is at hand in the North.
It was early morning in march. I was sitting on the terrace of my summer cottage. Morning was cloudless, the sun was shining. Fo...
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