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“Unn was strong in her lonely position in the schoolyard, not lost and pathetic. Siss used her power to win over the group and was successful; all the same she had the feeling that Unn over there was the stronger, even though she did nothing and had no support. She was losing to Unn, and perhaps the group saw it this way, too?”

Quote by Tarjei Vesaas

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The Ice Palace

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Tarjei Vesaas
Tarjei Vesaas

Tarjei Vesaas was a Norwegian poet known for his concise and profound poetry style. His works often revolve around themes of natural landscapes and human loneliness, winning him widespread acclaim from readers. more

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