"can you arrange good weather?"
Today is the gråväder, rainy weather, the razor's edge. With occasional Sun break. It's 17 degrees. It's summer.
Dog forcing me out. My yearning is forcing me out. In the boat. In the forest.
Slowly it goes. The wind determines the pace. The dog's snout will determine the pace. Inside the yearning for lövprassel determine the pace.
I've had enough. Have time enough to see everything, hear everything, smell everything, know everything.
The snails can also forward. Year after year, and they get bigger and bigger. They can all they should.
The weather is good.
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