Like the movement of a school of fish, a flock of blackbirds flew in waves above bronzed fields as sunset neared. An open window let in the squawky honks of Canada geese flying in Vs over trees.
When the solemn descent of December’s darkness wraps a solstice blanket of eternal night over Norway, a necessary mood of patience and melancholy colors the hushed country. Light leaves this arctic ...
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