Landed in a gloomy and grey Denmark. With a dazzling and blood red heart. The walk from the plane to the arrivals was a blur of belly tingles and there she was, 8 months later, 8 months too many in between the hugs with my mother. 1 day passed and 9 days ahead with wonderful family and friends in beloved Sweden. While the kids on the street paint their lips with lipgloss of vanity and unawareness, complaining about the clouds, I cherish my time with my loved ones, in this state of mind weather doesn't really make that much of a difference. Rain on me.
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