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To dare

High up, the sky is the limit. 2014.

High up, the sky is the limit. 2014.

Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to take a wrong step on a ledge high up and plummet through the air to the earth? Don’t worry, I am not suicidal and I don’t have a death wish, but what of the adrenalin rush, when the foot steps onto nothing and the hands grasp and clutch at free air, that moment before you let go and gravity makes the inevitable happen. I can almost feel the chemistry of the shock.

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The old home

My father's childhood home, Solvang, Lundfodvej 17, Brande, Denmark. Photo credit: Danske Billeder http://www.danskebilleder.dk/db/?#1399065182871_5

My father’s childhood home, Solvang, Lundfodvej 17, Brande, Denmark. Photo credit: Danske Billeder http://www.danskebilleder.dk/db/?#1399065182871_5

Just under a year ago I lost my father. I know, it happens all the time – the inevitable consequence of living is dying, and it happens every day, every moment, all the time. But I still miss my father: he was my last parent and an anchor in my mother country.

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