Still dark mornings. I touch match head to tinder, igniting a stack of birch and juniper. The latter venting an earthy spice with a hint of berry. I settle back into my chair beside the open kakelugn.
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Still dark mornings. I touch match head to tinder, igniting a stack of birch and juniper. The latter venting an earthy spice with a hint of berry. I settle back into my chair beside the open kakelugn.
▽ | #journal