Picking red currants used to remind me of summers in Sweden
last summer that memory changed to breakfasts with my dear friend Fien
Now it reminds me of picnics in the garden with the man I love ...
a very special someone who got up in the middle of the night and drove about 400 km
to catch a flight to come and surprise me on my birthday (!!!)
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