in a small town outside of Paris i visited a farmers market and bought carrots from the lady at this stall. it was a wednesday. today i woke up in Oslo and fought my way through classes, assignments, shopping centres and work to be able to come home and find ten minutes of the peace i felt in that market by writing this blog. today is a wednesday and the lady at that store will have been selling her carrots all day. i wonder what she goes home to.
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