The frost had just come, and covered the ground and the plants.
My breath sent clouds of smoke out in the air.
A small child left a mark.
Soon it would all be covered in snow.
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A world backstage
Thoughts and ideas about art on stage seen from a costume designers point of view
Så mange fine bilder du har funnet frem, Birgitte!
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