Artedi my man

Today I finished my first edits on my first contracted novella. The man who is commemorated by this stone isn’t exactly a character in the story, and yet he figures quite prominently, and the main characters might not get together if it weren’t for him…

Tonight the stars shone down on his memory.

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A world of yellow

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Everything is covered in leaves now – firs, moss, stones, roads… It’s all twinkling orange, yellow and red.

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And every leaf is dotted with dew drops, shining on the ground even when the sun is hidden by the clouds.

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Arrival

This weekend, we escaped to the countryside again. It’s only an hour from home, but the autumn is much further gone, and the cabin was really cold. It’s a kind of ritual, to light the candles, stoke the stove and get a fire going. Quickly, quickly, before you freeze to death.

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Next project, dinner preparations. Violent ones!

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Every time we’re here, I take pictures, and they’re always identical. Same thing, every time. And that’s what I love about it. The routine. Like a movie you’ve seen a hundred times.

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