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Neither here nor there…

Gloves like wings...

Last Monday I was at the local train station, dropping off my dear friend and Swedish/Parisian glove designer Thomasine. (please check out her amazing collection and Haute Couture work.)

As we were saying our goodbyes we were standing in the door and on the platform. As the whistle blew we exchanged our final goodbye kisses before the doors would close…

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Only to find out that it had not been the whistle, but actually it was a blackbird sitting in the tree opposite the door of the train, impersonating the sound!

I am sure this little bird had been watching us promising to visit each other soon. Both marveling about how we were looking forward seeing Paris together and Sinclairsholm…
I am sure he picked the moment best suited to interrupt us, well before the real whistle would blow, giving us some extra minutes.

Over the years the poor bird would have had to listen to that whistle at least once an hour. So I am sure he just wanted to be sure to call out first this time!

Or friendly blackbird could take a leaf out of the Lyre bird’s book and include some new sounds… Then again, I am not sure there is anything more exciting to listen to in this tiny country city…

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