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Nannahs julekalender 19.Desember

Stopping by woods ona snowy evening.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound?s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
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Robert Frost.

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Nannah......

Nannah......

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Hei, jeg heter Hanne (Nannah) Jeg dikter og lager musetegnet datagrafikk. Velkommen inn i min verden. I 2013 kom min frste diktsamling "Jordoppgang" ut. Jeg har hatt flere separatutstillinger blant annet p Stasjonsgalleriet, p Valstad, og Bankgrden legekontor. Diktkvelder sammen med musiker Laara Stinnerbom, og jeg har deltatt p mange fellesutstillinger... blant annet 2 ganger p Romeriksutstillingen... som er en juryert utstilling ...med mine "musebilder" og fotokunst.

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