has
good times these days in the Middle East and other places. Sometimes Atle gets
that weird that He is right behind. However, when Atle looks back there is
nobody to be seen.
Instead
Atle is enjoying what he sees on the road:
A
flower in the high mountains which straggles to produce seeds before winter,
a
school of small fish in a river cold as ice,
a
butterfly blown upwards at 1.800 meters in Norway where there are no flowers,
a
transient smile from the lips of a fellow human being,
and
all the other small things which make life worthwhile.
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