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Tervuren, just outside Brussels.

Thanks. The light was truly magical.

Bach. Both easy to listen to and a never ending trove of new discoveries. Emotional and yet silly. Spiritual even for an atheist. Simple yet cerebral. Occasionally melancholy yet always life affirming. Rule bound, yet jazzy.

I lived in Morocco for three years and there it’s more common to walk in the street than on the sidewalk. Compared to the other places I’ve lived (Northern Europe), it’s strange, and the driving is more reckless, but no drivers got mad. Walking in the street is just what people do.

No, a poison ring is a giftring, without the e. Don’t know why.

In Norwegian same thing: giftering, “the state of being married-ring”. Jeg er gift = i am married. It also means “I am poison”, though.

Obsidian.

Eat two litres. Toilet. Take two pills. Eat two litres. Not toilet.

Coffee ice cream. Could eat litres at a time. Quit over and over, went shopping, came back with more litres.

Then I realised I was lactose intolerant.

Me and my wife’s motto: Vi klarer alt, translated as We can do/endure everything. Usually accompanied by us clinking our wedding rings.

Thanks! Still a photo novice but sometimes things click. (Pun intended).