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Bevingede ord om ord

“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word.
Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.”
~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
 

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(Ørum i aften)
Sommernætter er fulde af poesi – så smukke, stemningsmættede og sarte som de spæde blomsterblade. Udenfor genlyder latter fra gadens børn, solen er på vej ned bag de høje birketræer, og aftenen er lun og mild. Det er som om, at man indånder Oehlenschlägers “Underlige aftenlufte”, og at alt kan lade sig gøre i [...]

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Barndomsnostalgi…

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time [...]

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