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Peak morning, this sunny mile through
peaceful wooden Sweden, sence *sense* of
a unity of my blood with all I see.
I wish mom would have seen this. It
is so wonderful to think it is my heritage,
this graceful serene land. Saw a deer
back in the wood.
Grandma’s Diary Entry #25
Around June 15th
I felt at home in Sweden, and I wondered about those who had come before me. I found this passage meaningful because of our shared experience.
It’s apparent that history repeats itself.