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Friends, Books and Coffee

Sitting at my favorite spot for writing, a coffee place named Number Thirty Four, I managed to write another 1 000 of my novel yesterday. All my chapters are there, now I have to add some of the smaller parts, and then it´s the huge job of editing. But the story is actually there, it´s … Continue reading

A travelling book

Several years ago my husband brought me a book from town. He found it at the train station, as if someone had forgotten it there. Because he knows I love reading, he grabbed the book and gave it to me. On the cover of it there was a small notice telling me that the book … Continue reading