Friday, November 29, 2013

It was good for my heart

If everything goes according to plan, I should fly to Bryssels and back home today, but one never knows with air travel. For example, Icelandic ash in 2010.

(Posting title is from the poem Leaves Fell by Juhan Liiv, translated by H.L. Hix and Jüri Talvet.)

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