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Each step a path
Last weekend when I was walking I ended up following the foot prints of someone. At one point the other foot prints ended. Dead in the track. What happened to the other person? Vanished into thin air? Looking back after a while it was hard do figure out who had been following who.
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R.I.P. Mitch Mitchell
It all started when I was six years old. We had this sweet nanny, Kerstin, who would be with me and my younger brother when mom started working. She was sweet, a little shy and had the class of the world (at lest to my six year old experience). After a little while [...]
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