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For en hel del år siden, nok endda helt tilbage til fra før vi begyndte på det med at blive ældre… -Gik vi en tur. Gennem rigtig ukontrolleret skov, den vilde slags; den smule der var lidt mere af dengang. Med tæt krat at udforske, og en underskov der næsten var symbolsk. Eller ihvertfald vil blive det. Dette var dengang der stadig var…

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“STONEWALLING” "Stonewalling" er vist et amerikansk udtryk. Ifølge Wikipedia: "Stonewalling is a refusal to communicate or cooperate." Og: "The term is (...) a deliberate attempt to render a conversation completely pointless.

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ForårsMorgenKaffe. Et punkt i tid og rum vælges, benævnes så 'start'. En start, starten, alternativt 'begyndelsen', men det har en klang af noget episk.

DAGEN.

Det var egentlig en ret ordinær dag. Vinter, men ikke noget ekstremt. Morgenen havde lagt et slør over udsigten, en blanding af støvregn og tåge i lette gardiner.  Fra jeg vågnede, nok også før, var jeg en smule melankolsk. Men det er ikke noget nyt, og kunne være så meget værre. Det var den slags vemod der også varmer og er meget rar at nusse lidt om.  Når jeg sætter mig lidt op i sengen, kan…

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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/afladninger-kulturmoedet-mors/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/afladninger-kulturmoedet-mors/ https://www.facebook.com/events/185974958606288/?ti=cl #afladninger #kulturmødetmors #mantelmomento #maxmadsen #danielmantel #flyer #commercial #performance #words #stage #nykøbingmors #fiction #andsoonjusttheadvertisingthatthewholeeventneverdidgetrightintheprogram (Usual one-off hashtag...) #showtime #whateverhappens #seeforyourself #unique #whatever #fun #serious #art #enoughhashtags (her: Kulturmødet)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ It looked like a shortcut. It WAS a shortcut, just not to where he wanted to end up. Leaving the main road and crossing over fields with olive trees, seemed like a good idea. The weather was perfect for a trip, almost a picnic, over the rolling hills, following trails that almost weren't there or made by only sheep. Sometimes having to hike over cliffs and boulders, just made it more exciting. And he wouldn't wander astray, at least not much, since he had his goal in sight all the time. The white village and the old castle, clearly visible on the highest top, a real mountain, was a landmark ahead of him that he couldn't miss. It was just occasionally hidden by smaller hills or when the olive tress changed into more dense wilderness. The sky was blue, leaving all space to the burning sun. With just small winds stirring the olive leaves; making them look like blinking silver. Somewhere, far away, bells from sheep mixed in with the constant sound from cicadas. It was a beautiful day. And going cross-country, even a shortcut, instead of following the road with annoying traffic, was a great idea. He guessed he would be at the shining white village on the top late in the afternoon. The sun was at its highest, and he was beginning to seek the small spots of shadow from the olive tress. Drinking heavily from his bottle of water; but sweating it out even faster. He blamed it on the heat, that his eyes decieved him. He didn't seem to get any closer to the mountain. Despite getting exhausted from the walking. And the sun was making him dizzy. His white almost shining bones was found several months later. By a person taking a shortcut to the mountain. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ #olivetrees #sunrays #shortcut #alentejo #laurieandthestoryof #fiction #novel #inspiration #mindscape #meandmystory #nothisisnotlikethestorythatislinkedtobutsomethingcloseenoughandwhoreallycaresanywaysincethisisjustanordinarypictureofthesunshininginthetopofanolivetree (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (her: Serra de São Mamede)

Really a peculiar character if all connected... 😁

Character Quirks, Pt. 1

Always tucks their shoelaces into their socks

Refuses to sleep with a clock in their room

Keeps a caprisun in their purse just in case

Only has bandages with cartoon characters

Collects hair accessories but never does anything with them

Wears socks on their hands to sleep

Wears cardigans, gets ticked off if someone else shows up with one on

Eats Nutella out of the jar as a snack

Pretends to talk to pretty people in the mirror—in full sight

Skips because they claim it’s faster than running

Wears fingerless gloves everywhere

Carries a pack of cards in their pocket

Has a flannel around their waist—Emergency Flannel

Lies down on the floor at random times because their back hurts

Pretends to take notes but really looks at sensory and aesthetic pictures

Breaks into school lockers for candy

Grabs people’s wrists really hard when they get worried to the point of pain

Won’t stop singing whenever they’re doing something

Cites made up DnD statistics when they watch people

Always has headphones in, but really they’re on an app that amplifies sound so they can hear everything.

Carries around snacks like raw onions

Eats clovers for ‘luck’

These days are those many... Bad pun, sorry. But ment.