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I am browsing pictures of an abandoned morgue while listening to Richard Marx' "Right here waiting" and I had better stop crying soon, because I need to go to work!
When I was little, there was this prayer I used to say routinely every night before bed. I had seen it embroidered and framed on the wall. It read:
Lord, help me to consider
how quickly my life will pass
like a stream runs its days and its years.
(Sounds better in Swedish - it even rhymes!)
And the point is - WHAT KIND OF THING IS THAT FOR A 10-YEAR OLD TO PRAY EVERY NIGHT?? Oh Sweden. Sometimes I'm so glad to be rid of you. At the time, it was oddly comforting, though.
I must now go battle customers!
PS: That blueberry bread is FANTASTIC!
When I was little, there was this prayer I used to say routinely every night before bed. I had seen it embroidered and framed on the wall. It read:
Lord, help me to consider
how quickly my life will pass
like a stream runs its days and its years.
(Sounds better in Swedish - it even rhymes!)
And the point is - WHAT KIND OF THING IS THAT FOR A 10-YEAR OLD TO PRAY EVERY NIGHT?? Oh Sweden. Sometimes I'm so glad to be rid of you. At the time, it was oddly comforting, though.
I must now go battle customers!
PS: That blueberry bread is FANTASTIC!
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