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My heart is broken
My soul is severed
My tears are Shed
My love is dead
His memories Fading
His hands gone cold
His eyes are closed
His soul is owned
Our laughter forgotten
Our happiness stolen
Our trust misused
Our hearts abused

School is about to begin again, having ended a couple weeks ago. During this winter break I am in the "pause" in the middle of my working year. It is this cycle of beginning, ending, resting, then beginning again that I find most appealing about teaching. And about being a student too, for that matter. Life's edges are thrilling.

This winter break I found more time to ski the cross-country trails in my little corner of the northern world.

There is something ...

well it's Sunday night and the weekend is officially over. I wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow but you gotta do what you gotta do.

I'm going to bed early cause I'm starting to read short stories by Thomas Mann.... can't wait. I was taking part in a poll the other day and they asked how many books I bought last year and I remembered 33 books... is that a lot.... I am in a bookclub so I get 2 books every other month but I also bought a few.... it's only the 10th of january ...

I have some pictures of Freya. I haven't managed to upload the one I took with my phone, it still won't talk to my laptop, but I've stolen some from elsewhere. She's so lovely. Today we visited, and she slept the whole time. Kind of like this:

and this:

and this!
...

Swim on the surface
for a while
but one day dive
Down to the bottom
and find the most valuable pearl,
and take it with you
wherever you go.