Bellevue beach

"Can I get your bottle, please" he said, my childhood friend, standing beside me, as I hold the bag, that contained all the bottles we collected since our last walk to the shop

Sitting in history

I pick the motive in the middle, like it, it reminds me of opening the drawer, where my granddad kept all the things he didn't know where to put.

A square I know well

There is a bench here, it has a lamp over it, so during the day, and still in the dark Scandinavian evenings, I could continue to paint. I sat watching people walking by and did many street sketches of people from here

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