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I sneak a peek into Frida Fahrman's blog at times, and she seems to have spent an awful lot of time in Malmö lately. (I bet you there's a love story there...) However, her pictures makes me a bit home sick. Malmö is beautiful in the fall, and no matter how much I like Barcelona, every day I spend here makes me miss Malmö a little bit more. New York, London and the world in all its glory, but Malmö is my heart and the only city I know like the back of my hand. Nothing will ever change that.
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snyft, så sant
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