The forrest at the Stockholm Airport
makes me think of all the times I was leaving
and at the same time it whispers me home.
I was invited to a beautiful wedding in Stockholm.
For me it was remembering again who I had been once,
a little sister in another language.
Lilac was blooming outside my friends house in Cambridge when I visited her.
I took no pictures of them, just this lilac bush to take as a memory.
Another memory connected to lilac is my granparents house in Finland.
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