Christmas night, an eternity ago.
The lamp my late grandmother once gave my mother - fragile light, ignored by her, but loved by me.
As a young boy, I used to stare at it for hours, watching galaxies form inside a plastic glow.

Mood: Ólafur Arnalds – Saman

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