Scattered
Stockholm four PM and almost dark. My Iphone vibrates. The caller-ID begins with +49, that’s Germany. Who of my siblings could it be? Lila maybe. “Hello, who’s it?” “Is this […]
Stockholm four PM and almost dark. My Iphone vibrates. The caller-ID begins with +49, that’s Germany. Who of my siblings could it be? Lila maybe. “Hello, who’s it?” “Is this […]
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