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December 09, 2009


Axel Sprengtporten

Once my Uncle Sven in Olofstorp thought he could see the image of Saint Birgitta of Vadstena in a herring. That was many years ago, and he's kept the herring on display ever since. Uncle Sven is very lonely.

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