Smögen 8

And to be honest, I could spend here hours. Just being hidden between the rocks or sitting on those rocks and looking there…

Into another world.

Behind the veil.

It was a blessing we had none else for a moment.

It really was…

Looking up and looking down…

Somehow I was mostly amazed by this house on the rock. Geeez… it got to be windy as in front of farty troll’s ass…

Really…

And sunny.

But still those waters, so blue and emerald like…

So refreshing…

But mostly, yes, I was here for those huts.

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