Tag Archives: Mihaela Nicolescu

Frozen

A long time ago, during our many summers on Grundvik Island, I would wake up early every Thursday and run down to wait for Jonas Ström and the mail. I’d listen for his hoot in the pale light of morning, … Continue reading

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Love

One night when I was ten years old, I found my mum crying in the kitchen. I had awoken in the middle of the night, unsure of what had pulled me out of a bonbon dream that was instantly forgotten. … Continue reading

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