I WALK WHERE STARS HAVE FALLEN

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{ Märsta. }

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I don't know if you've noticed anything different about my blog?

  

In combination with a big Blogger bug that remains to be solved, I haven't been satisfied with the look for quite some time. Bad combo. Last night and this morning I sat down and tried to do the best I can with what I've got to work with. This might not be the end result, but it's beyond my expectations! The day I can change fonts, colours and sizes again, who knows what will happen?
  I call this the caterpillar phase, the rest before you unleash the beast you hope is a butterfly.

Today was a truly exhausting day. 

  My mother had some minor face surgery and I was her companion. Watching a strange man cut your mother in the face with a scalpel awakens quite a lot of bad feelings within. Deal with that, nighttime dreams.