A Stuga On the Cusp of the Orust Riviera, tucked away next to a hobbit hole in the woods.
10:00 am 15 August 2011
At nine o'clock that morning, the bell above the front door rang to tell me someone had entered my shop.Love me some trash so long it is heralded as such; never have liked trash that is sold as important literature. heh
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