Title: Valgfritt

Text: In my childhood home my bedroom was on the backside of the house with the forest outside my window. We lived near the water and a new bridge was being built. One morning, a morning which is burned into my memories, I woke up to a beautiful relaxing fog, the rising sun beams cutting through the trees, my window cracked open, the sound of the boat horns in the distance below. I stayed in bed and silently soaked in the moment, comfortably in my blankets, fully taking in the grand beauty of it all. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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