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It was a funny feeling in my tummy kind of morning. Something felt up, writing out the night's pick-up times earlier.
There have been a few of these times in the last two and a half years. It's a fascinating touch of intuition and connection.

Just before tour, I was curled up in the corner of our light grey Kivik sofa & chaise with dried raspberrydark chocolate, tea, some candles, some favourite music, and a favourite white throw blanket - having the most hyggelig evening ever - reading randomly some pages of a favourite book about a Norwegian scientist, who, under strong auroral displays could read text about twice this size by just the light of the aurora. There's no question tonight could have been one of those nights. 

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