The wind has started to rip the leaves from the trees. The sun is golden and warm sometimes; it’s like April, just on the other side of the year.
I am anxious, tired and excited. I want to find a spot to hibernate the winter months, yet I can not stand any place I can think of, ants are running under my skin.

I must stop thinking.

It’s time. Good bye Stockholm.

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(This story told in pictures.)