Sylvanian Families

you learn to wait for life to happen in your single bunk, gazing up at Smila Stjärna or across the room to the doll’s house you adorned with little hedgehogs, little kettles, little women’s things towards the window where you plan to escape on your brother’s go-kart, ride in rings around the mossy yard, string ofContinue reading “Sylvanian Families”