Life is like a river

By Gunnlaug

Christmas lights up there?

As I do almost every day, I stepped out on the balcony for a breath of fresh air and a curious glance around the neighbourhood.  This time my eye was drawn to the steepy tree-covered hill behind our old house where we lived for 14 years.  Looks like someone has crawled up there with some blue-ish Christmas lights to decorate a small tree.

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