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Feb 19:
I stepped out of the cab, and was unsure if I could walk on the cobble stones on the streets in Old Town. What if the weight of You not being there would make me trip and fall down?  This part of Stockholm I was about to enter is My Mormor. That part of town had my heart in a tight grip. I felt the arm of my friend around my shoulder, and my steps fell into an easy pace. My feet walked where they belonged.  On Your streets. Of course I should eat my first dinner out during this trip in Old Town. No other area would do. All my uncertainty vanished into the familiar. My roots were stubbornly still there. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.


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