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[+ gmail.com = mail]. Photography & illustration portfolio.
It's pretty easy. Or you could use this to say something, I don't bite unless asked to.
Staffan playing with fire. (Couldn’t find the group photo. Beer might have made me delete it…)
Alma. Taken a year ago, almost to the day. I think my photo skills have evolved a bit more then I thought.
To make up for the last one, here’s a few pretty ones.
Karro is like the midget Jubal Early talks about in the Firefly episode Objects in Space: “The little [wo]man loved fire.” The surest way to make her eyes lit up — pun, well, yes, it’s there — is to hand her matches, something to burn and something to burn in. She will glee and squee, I promise you.

(Aron doing what he does best.)
Leaving for this place in the morning. Perhaps short bursts of text/emails sometimes after the weekend but otherwise: expect silence until next Thursday. Unless of course you’re stationed in Stockholm/Uppsala, because then I might actually say “hi” in person.
To the others: take care. Yes, even you.
There’s no other description to the feeling than loss. Not for anything important but more of a loss of direction. I’m done with the translation — just in time but still feel a bit bad about how close it was — and I’ve eaten the icecream and wanted the pancakes (curse you, Anthony Bourdain!). There’s nothing much to do right now. Both pancakeless and penless. I want to go, the bus won’t leave until Wednesday so all I can do is to sit here. Doing nothing, both bored and too picky to do something.

Can’t wait to be there.
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