A sister in my house

Still in Stockholm. It is warmer than ever. And very dark. No white Christmas.

A lot to write, but it feels good.

This time, we have a cover and we have a title, it’s just up to me to finish the manuscript.

A sister in my house

One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There’s only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

Emily Dickinson