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The storm is over. There are other storms to come, but hopefully they will not be as strong and furious as Dagmar.
After staying indoors for a couple of days, it felt wonderfully refreshing to come out for a long walk. Terje went up to the hills behind The House in the Woods for cross country skiing. I headed downtown, for my favorite walk, along the river.
I must have hundreds of photos of the old ware houses, thousands. You have seen many of them already.
None of them are the same though.
The colours of the houses may be, but the river, the trees, the air, the sky is always different.
The river is dirty brown now, after the storm. But when the ware house bend down to look at herself in the river mirror, the colour of the water changes.
Mirror, morror in the river.....
I am booking flight tickets and hotel for an upcoming travel with my girls. A big city of Europe. The travel genes in me sends rushes of longing down my spine.
Deep down though I know with all I am that Trondheim is the city of my heart.
Of my love.
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Today Torgeir and I will take a book browsing tour in the city. And then Torgeir has promised me to take me on a sushi lunch.
Lucky me.
