Todays grateful thought goes to my late grandmother. When I grew up she was always our refugee - the home were we were allowed to do our experiments in the kitchen, and play out our more or less badly produced theathers. She would sit on a chair in front of our stage, applauding and telling us what a great show we put on. And tell us how clever we were, when we constantly failed on our projects in the kitchen. When we went to to sleep in the night, she would sit on our bed, telling stories about the past, her childhood and the supernatural beeings in our world. A lady to remember.
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