When I was a little girl growing up in the port city of Kotka, Finland in the mid 1970’s, I loved spending time talking to my mum in her bedroom after she came home from work. She would sit at her bright yellow dresser table, on this ruby red chair, and do her hair after she took a shower. I’d come in and talk to her, most likely showing her something t…
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