Like every mother (maybe)
When my mother bought herself a chainsaw for clearing up the woods I thought that it was something every mother does; just like keeping socket wrenches in her handbag (after […]
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Eulogy for mother
Även i sommarens ändlösa skymning drunknar ljuset tillslut i bruset från fjäderlätt natt. Translation to English by myself Even in summer’s limitless twilight the light finally drowns to buzz of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 