Last night Spring finally came to our little town of Stockholm and into my life. And before I knew it she held my hand and swept me away with her scent, her eyes filled of tiny little sparks and her infectious laughter. Giving courage to the first little flowers. Blowing new bubbles. And when morning came, she had imprisoned us in her warm cocoon of hope.This is every bit as corny as I'm feeling right now. The spring lady has arrived. I don't know how but she made me listen. Trying to make me understand that it's ok to be afraid. That it wouldn't be so scary if it didn't mean anything. So closed my eyes and held his hand.
Music: Your laughter
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