But still, skijumping is by far the best thing there is. Except stuff like this:
The museum I work in is actually quite beautiful. And impressive.
Christmas with my family. Love them to bits. My brothers accidentally got matching sweaters. Our efforts to take a proper picture of the four of us failed, obviously. The 24th was a lot of fun, much food was had, all troubles forgotten. So was the 25th. The 26th was crap.
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