Spent the weekend at my grandparents' house. It is my first visit after my grandmother moved to a nursing home, and it was an emotional journey meeting all my memories and the lack of recognition in her eyes as we met. But even if we live in separate worlds now, we shared some moments of laughter and her eyes still sparkled.
Frozen water. View from train window.
Oslo Airport. Waiting.
The kitchen. My grandmother's window.
The garden. And a winter that never ends.
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