Jeg vandrer i en hemmelig have med smukke broer, som forbinder grønne plantager, og gamle skulpturer, der kun afslører deres sande jeg i mørkets tåge. Her gemmer historierne sig, og som jeg går over broen af ord, slår jeg stille rødder i tågen og finder mig selv.
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Story by Johanne Frank
When the stars are waving
Daydreamer and night thinker, Glow McCann thinks she knows her own city inside and out. She knows where the b...
