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by Ølga B.
It was a spring day and my face stung from the sharp cold as I huffed my way to the top of a ridge looking out over the sea. The waves were pu...
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by Ølga B.
It has been 75 years since my journey through the hills and valleys of this world began. It has been a journey bursting with a wealth of experie...
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by Ølga B.
What is this? So different, bright and welcoming that it’s making me doing snow angels in the dust, half naked, in the middle of the desert. Is th...
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