The Heart of the City

Outside is cold but in the heart of the city.

Deep down in an ancient cellar

Being  alive is sometimes a very good thing

At least in the company of good friends

And likeminded people with a passion for a

Commen urge to do crazy things whatever they

Might be in the shadow of anonymity

 

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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