Well, well, well. I started to wake up in Tromso. Darkness is beautiful and those short periods of lights that try to interrupt the dusk are just perfect. And everything is covered by snow that is my first love and cold that is my second. And the darkness try to affect me as the third one. I posses them all just outside the window, I have them all in my memories and now they perform in the colors of the Polar Night. The colors that can exist without the Sun, the colors that are marvelous and can take You far if You just follow them. And I have already started and I love them with whole me.
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