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“Your roots aren’t to be found in your childhood so much as in your child. It’s he who provides your link to the world, and home is wherever he is.”

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Carsten Jensen
Carsten Jensen

Carsten Jensen is a renowned Danish author born on July 24, 1952. His works are known for their vivid portrayal of Danish rural life and profound insights into human nature. more

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