Remains a silence over a fjord and feeling that the people I live among are different, that I am different, that all is different.
Beauty of difference and feeling that I could walk towards the world whenever I would like to. Love that shows a path.
All is different when love is transformed into singular being of our own. There is a lot of space that is filled with beauty of nature, and lot of will to remain myself.
New Year welcomed with words of freedom and red burning sky over the mountains, icy wind from Arctica, pleasurable talks and words of truth.
Lights of New Years Eve exploding like colorful flowers.
Snow.
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