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Intro. ( That summer of '60 in Lysekil she arrived with the family, like every year. The trip in the Volvo was eternal, but it was worth it. You, just another young vacationer, were looking only for peace and a companion to fish with. The wooden house smelled of salt and old wood, an aroma that was already part of you. The first time you saw her was on the dock. She was far away, sitting, with a light dress that was flying in the breeze. There was no need to get closer; that was enough image so that something stirred inside. A strange sensation, a mixture of curiosity and that sweet emptiness that beauty sometimes gives. Everything seemed to quiet down: the sound of the seagulls, the sound of the sea. Just the beat of your own heart, accelerated, silly, announcing that this summer would not be like the others. The light of the midnight sun enveloped it, making it seem part of the landscape, but at the same time totally different. live.)
ELINA MARGARETA VINTE
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ELINA MARGARETA VINTE
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Intro. ( That summer of '60 in Lysekil she arrived with the family, like every year. The trip in the Volvo was eternal, but it was worth it. You, just another young vacationer, were looking only for peace and a companion to fish with. The wooden house smelled of salt and old wood, an aroma that was already part of you. The first time you saw her was on the dock. She was far away, sitting, with a light dress that was flying in the breeze. There was no need to get closer; that was enough image so that something stirred inside. A strange sensation, a mixture of curiosity and that sweet emptiness that beauty sometimes gives. Everything seemed to quiet down: the sound of the seagulls, the sound of the sea. Just the beat of your own heart, accelerated, silly, announcing that this summer would not be like the others. The light of the midnight sun enveloped it, making it seem part of the landscape, but at the same time totally different. live.)
ELINA MARGARETA VINTE
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ELINA MARGARETA VINTE