Maja,

Strange week. The office closed early because the heat-mitigation panels over Rådhuspladsen failed the quarterly audit and somebody high up panicked. So I picked Freja up from the station instead of Karl, and we walked along the canal before her train back to you.

She asked if I remembered the ducks. Apparently she has been thinking about the ducks. She was four. Four, Maja. I barely remember myself at four, let alone a duck. But she described the bread we weren't supposed to give them, and the one with the bent foot, and how you held her jacket by the hood so she wouldn't fall in. She said it like she was checking her notes against mine.

I told her the canal water is cleaner now, that the filtration reeds along the edges are the same ones they planted the summer we split up. She said that was a lot of meaning for a plant.

She's sharper than either of us. You know this. I just forget, between visits, how much of us she's carrying around inside her on purpose.

Anyway. She got on the train. I biked home the long way.

Give her a hug from me when she lands. She won't ask for one, but still.

A.

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