A glorious still evening with the haunting call of a crane (called a 'trana' in yer swedish) somewhere in the distance. Its a shame i couldnt put up the audio. It was the faintest, faintest sound. I put it up on the boys Wassup-app and described it as similar to an elephant trumpeting, but an elephant where someone is squeezing the balls of the aforementionned pachyderm. So quite high-pitched. Wow, its almost like being there!
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