Today I took a walk with my Sister Yster.

Here she is - we are alike in the way that we both rather go forward than back the same route. They are redoing the bridge and you have to take a detour. We didn't do that, because we missed the orange signs - instead we walked to the construction site and instead of going back (which would have taken less time) we decided to mount this steep hill. I dont know who was more exhausted and out of breath when we got to the top, she or me? Neither of us could talk anywy for a while.


On our way back we came in the middle of this snowstorm. It came as suddenly as it disappeared.
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