Day 201: The Local

I know, I know. You want to see more of Sweden. You want to hear more of Sweden. But, Honestly? I've been to campus for class; walked briefly, and taskfully around city center; visited, just for a nibble, several Nations; and finally, mostly, looked out my window. I have a charming, sometimes anesthetizing, green hill. But not just a green hill. On that hill, a flagless, yet fulfilled and assertive [flag] pole stands and belongs--obviously .

I thought it looked lonely.  And despite its confidence and rather stiff demeanor I concluded: everyone needs a lil' love. So I joined it, for some special moments upon the mound. It felt good, I also didn't have a flag, so we got each other. Co-lacking is a great ice-breaker.

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I noticed these cute fern looking [probably weeds] plants. So, VARSÅGOD! (loosely: here you go, enjoy!)

Oh, and hope you have lots of fern this little Friday.