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of women in the Finnish countryside, I learned to help give birth to cows in bolquerets wash cloth, to shake the mats behind them strong, make bollets sugar and cinnamon for breakfast tackle Fire dipping them in a bowl of fresh milk. Finnish women's field, I would like to learn how to live one day as I would like my house the day he had a house, as the potatoes cook for my man when he vinguera hunting forest. When in April last year I left Finland, they did bollets sugar and cinnamon to tell me goodbye, and I know how he knew when Aunt Amalia aiguallimó made with cinnamon Benimarfull that's always remember that smell. Sugar, cinnamon, milk, butter, fire: smells of home, family smells, smells sweet promise of life: life without airplanes, life without a passport, life without suitcases and backpacks, life without goodbyes, only dogs and the field house, a man, asking children chocolate.

I returned to bollets cinnamon, kanelipulla for a farewell. The entire cabin has zero of that smell: it smells that archive such as the smell of it will never be the smell of sacrifice. The smell is gone when obert carrying it, seguinte petjades to join in the neutral sense s'allunyen enrere look.

In Finnish rural women learned to help give birth to cows, washing cloth diapers, carpets to shake them hard, to make sugar and cinnamon buns for tea before the fire by soaking them in a bowl of fresh milk. Of the Finnish rural women learned how to want to live one day as I would like my house the day he had a home, cook the potatoes for my husband when he came to hunt in the forest. When in April last year left Finland, they made sugar buns and cinnamon to say goodbye, and I knew how I knew when Aunt Amalia made lemon iced cinnamon Benimarfull, that you always remember that smell. Sugar, cinnamon, milk, butter, fire: smells of home, family smells, sweet smells of the promised life: life without airplanes, life without a passport, life without suitcases and backpacks, life without goodbyes, only dogs field house and a man, asking children chocolate.

I'm back to do cinnamon rolls, kanelipulla for a goodbye. The entire cabin is filled with that smell, that smell is the smell of it now that he will never be, the smell the waiver. The smell should be gone when the door has been opened, following which it affords Huellas alejan in the snow without looking backwards.