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...by fellow MCers
The capacious hold-all
Why should I listen to you?
As above
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A Wallaby Abroad
Singing while they sleep

My favourite blogs
...by innocent bystanders
How to learn Swedish in 1000 difficult lessons
librarian.net
Blind höna : på kornet
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Radosh.net
Making light
Eating muffins in an agitated manner
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Order of the Stick

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Tigerdödaren Wu Song och hans vapenbröder - Berättelser från träskmarkerna 2 (Johan reading aloud to me)

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I noticed that Sara looked pale when I entered the office room.
"Is anything the matter?" I asked.
"You haven't heard, then? She didn't make it."

No need to ask which "she". Before I left for work, I logged in from home to check the news, and then the word was still that Anna Lindh was alive, if critically ill. But she was already dead by then; the news just wasn't made public until a little later.

Others have written about this, and I don't know what I could add. Have received virtual hugs through SMS from Turkey and through e-mail from England, and it is good to know that there are good people out there.

posted by Linnéa Anglemark at 20:04 0 comments

Thursday, September 11, 2003