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Waking up in Odense…

  Waking up… Sure that my name has been called out. Impossible, We’re alone in our lair. Away from all Away from everybody, who knows My name.   Yet, I heard it clear… Must have been the winds, Must have been the twirling of the snow, The ghostly presence full of sorrow Of good ol’…… Continue reading Waking up in Odense…