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Three bright yellow stars on a little box of matches, in a kitchen in Reykjavik. When lit, they flare up with uncommon energy and brightness. This little box of matches is from Sweden, like your people. Having said it badly once, I want to tell you what you have taught me. How joy and strength, honesty and humor, create sanity. Goodness is a fragrance you exude, like soft brown bread. Green shoots of grass, and leaves, are brighter because you have told me about them. Once, sitting together in a park, a real-live bluebird settled onto a telephone wire in front of us. A metaphor paying a call, making a personal visit. You brought that bluebird to us. I know it. Because you are my beloved best friend, a Swedish form of light.
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
A Swedish Form of Light