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Arkiv

A Small plane. A few people with kind eyes. I had a good feeling already on the flight in. We flew in the soft darkness of night. From the airplane the island was only visible by lights in the village, and a few lighthouses casting their eerie lights over the sea. It was as if I was landing in a Stephen King movie. I woke up the next morning to the sound… Läs mer