#greendream

[greendreamaesthetic]

ENA - Temptation Stairway - Joel G. - 2021

[greenticklerdreams]

Come here. Sit in my lap. Lean back against my chest, so my lips are right by your ear. And let me run my fingers all over your tummy while I tell you how badly I've wanted to tickle you all day.

My tracing may turn to spidering... drawing little circles on your tummy, around your belly button... dragging my fingers back and forth over the curve of your lower tummy... very gently kneading your soft skin... you're so squirmy, darling. Does it tickle?

I haven't even really started yet.

[addamvelaryon]

Dornish!Marilda of House Hull

A second, rival High King of Dorne also existed during the times of the First Men, ruling from a great wooden motte-and-bailey castle on the south bank of Greenwood near Lemonwood, where the river flows into the Summer Sea. This was a curious kingship, for whenever a king died, his successor was chosen by election from amongst a dozen noble families that had settled along the river or the eastern shores. The Wades, Shells, Holts, Brooks, Hulls, Lakes, Brownhills, and Briars all threw up kings who ruled from the high hall amongst the lemon trees, but in the end this curious system broke down when a disputed election set the royal houses to warring against one another. After a generation of conflict, three of the old houses were wiped from the earth, and the once-powerful river realm had shattered into a dozen quarrelsome petty kingdoms.

[wise-blue-cookies]

All jon snow time travel fics to dance of the dragon era has that one thing in common.

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Jon : " You'll should listen to Helaena more."

Helaena: " Promised Prince... Sword in the Darkness... White Wolf... The Twice Born... Snow Shroud..."

Jon * tripping, scrambling and almost defenestrating Otto from a very hightower*: "I have to leave"

[blossomhcir]

// at some point I need to actually like. Make a post about my thoughts on Adelaide’s greendreams

[danrosedk]

Accidental selfie 😄 Trying to set up my phone to record, making sure that the angle is right and such 🤓 A random snapshot of a focused man getting ready to record and share songs about matters close to the heart and mind; the climate crisis, sustainability and a minimalist lifestyle 💚 Taking a real good look in the mirror, seeing what is actually there, is a good starting point for anyone who wants to make some changes 👌 We can all do a little better, right? 🤠✌️

[shorelinelandcare]

Aurora's Outdoor Oasis - How a Landscaping Contractor Can Transform Your Space

Aurora, a city known for its natural beauty and vibrant communities, provides the perfect backdrop for creating an outdoor oasis. Your home's exterior is a canvas waiting to be transformed, and the key to unlocking its full potential lies in the expertise of a professional landscaping contractor in Aurora. Here, we'll explore the myriad ways these skilled professionals can turn your outdoor space into a haven of beauty and functionality, with a particular focus on the timeless charm of brick patios and paver brick installations.

The Role of Landscape Contractors in Aurora

Landscaping contractors in Aurora play a pivotal role in enhancing the aesthetic appeal and functionality of outdoor spaces. These professionals are well-versed in the unique characteristics of Aurora's climate, soil, and topography, ensuring that every project is tailored to the specific needs of the area.

When embarking on a landscaping project, whether it's a complete overhaul or a simple upgrade, hiring a reputable landscaping contractor in Aurora is crucial. These experts bring not only technical know-how but also creative vision to the table. They can seamlessly blend your preferences with the natural beauty of Aurora, creating a harmonious and inviting outdoor environment.

Landscaping Services in Aurora: Beyond the Basics

Aurora offers a diverse range of landscaping services designed to cater to the varied needs of homeowners. From routine maintenance to full-scale design and installation, landscaping contractors in Aurora bring a wealth of experience to every project. One of the standout features that can elevate your outdoor space is the installation of brick patios.

The Timeless Appeal of Brick Patios

Brick patios have a classic and enduring charm that fits seamlessly into Aurora's landscape. The warm tones and natural textures of brick create a visually pleasing and inviting atmosphere. A skilled landscaping contractor in Aurora can work with you to design a brick patio that complements the architectural style of your home and suits your lifestyle.

Aurora brick patios not only add aesthetic value but also offer durability and low maintenance. The robust nature of bricks makes them resistant to wear and tear, ensuring that your outdoor oasis stands the test of time. Whether you envision a cozy nook for relaxation or an expansive entertainment area, a brick patio can be customized to meet your specific requirements.

Paver Brick Installation in Aurora: Elevating Outdoor Design

In addition to traditional brick patios, paver brick installations have become increasingly popular in Aurora. Paver bricks, with their interlocking design, provide a versatile and visually appealing alternative. Landscaping contractors in Aurora can skillfully incorporate paver bricks into various outdoor elements, including walkways, driveways, and even decorative features.

The advantage of paver brick installations lies in their flexibility and adaptability to different shapes and patterns. This allows for creative designs that can add character and uniqueness to your outdoor space. Whether you prefer a contemporary geometric layout or a more rustic, irregular pattern, a landscaping contractor can bring your vision to life through precise paver brick installation.

Choosing the Right Landscaping Contractor in Aurora

Selecting the right landscaping contractor is a crucial step in achieving the outdoor oasis of your dreams. Start by researching local landscape contractors, considering their experience, portfolio, and client testimonials. A reliable contractor will not only have the technical skills for the job but will also understand the local climate and environmental considerations unique to Aurora.

Engage in consultations with potential contractors to discuss your ideas, budget, and timeline. A reputable landscaping contractor in Aurora will provide valuable insights, offer creative solutions, and ensure transparent communication throughout the process.

Aurora's Brick Patio Marvels: Showcasing Success Stories

To truly appreciate the transformative power of a landscaping contractor's work in Aurora, let's delve into some success stories involving brick patios. These real-world examples demonstrate the versatility and impact of professional landscaping services.

Case Study 1: From Neglected Yard to Charming Retreat

A homeowner in Aurora had a neglected backyard space that was rarely used. By consulting with a landscaping contractor, they discovered the potential for a cozy retreat. The contractor proposed a design featuring a spacious brick patio surrounded by lush greenery. The result was a stunning outdoor oasis that became the focal point for family gatherings and leisurely evenings.

Case Study 2: Maximizing Limited Space with Brick Brilliance

Another Aurora resident faced the challenge of limited outdoor space but was eager to make the most of it. A landscaping contractor suggested a compact yet elegant brick patio design that maximized functionality without sacrificing style. The patio seamlessly blended with the surroundings, creating an intimate space for relaxation and entertainment.

Maintaining Aurora's Outdoor Beauty: Tips for Homeowners

While the expertise of a landscaping contractor is indispensable, homeowners also play a crucial role in maintaining the beauty of their outdoor oasis. Here are some tips to ensure the longevity and vibrancy of your Aurora landscape:

Regular Maintenance: Schedule routine maintenance, including lawn care, weeding, and cleaning of brick surfaces, to keep your outdoor space looking pristine.

Seasonal Adjustments: Aurora experiences diverse seasons, each with its unique challenges. Work with your landscaping contractor to implement seasonal adjustments, such as planting seasonal flowers or adjusting irrigation systems.

Environmentally Conscious Practices: Embrace sustainable landscaping practices that align with Aurora's commitment to environmental conservation. This can include using native plants, implementing water-efficient irrigation, and choosing eco-friendly materials.

Flexibility for Growth: Plan your outdoor space with future growth in mind. Work with your landscaping contractor to create designs that can adapt to changes, ensuring that your oasis remains relevant and functional for years to come.

Transforming Dreams into Reality

Your outdoor oasis is within reach with the expertise of Shoreline Landcare, your trusted landscaping contractor in Aurora. Our skilled professionals are dedicated to transforming your outdoor space into a haven of beauty and functionality.

Whether you're drawn to the timeless charm of brick patios or the versatility of paver brick installations, we have the knowledge and experience to bring your vision to life. Investing in our services goes beyond enhancing your property; it's about creating a lifestyle that revolves around the beauty of your outdoor space.

Picture yourself sipping morning coffee on a meticulously designed brick patio or hosting gatherings in an outdoor area that reflects your personality and complements Aurora's natural beauty. With Shoreline Landcare, these dreams can become a reality.

Take the first step toward unlocking the full potential of your outdoor space by consulting with us. Our experts will guide you through the process, ensuring that every detail is tailored to your preferences. Soon enough, you'll be enjoying the serenity and charm of your personalized Aurora haven.

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Let Shoreline Landcare be your partner in creating the outdoor oasis you've always dreamed of.

[essentialsclothing12]

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[koaleebrock]

🌿 Yo, what's good Tumblr fam! 🌿 It's Koalee Brock in the house, and I gotta share the latest chapter in my journey – the journey of becoming a green thumb maestro. 🌱✨ So, peep this: I've got a pic of a sack of the green goodness, but it's not just about the herb – it's my vision board for success in the world of growing, cultivating, and nurturing my own cannabis empire! 🚀💨

First off, shout-out to Build-A-Soil for dropping knowledge on a novice like me. They've got the dirt on the best soil for a brotha trying to keep it easy, simple, and organic. 🌱💪🏽 The soil's like the foundation of a dope track, and you know I had to start with the right mix for these plants to thrive.

Now, back to the vision board. Picture this: a sack of the finest, with my name on it. It's not just about the end product; it's about the journey, the growth, and the hustle. Each bud is a testament to the grind, the love, and the energy poured into this green dream. 🌿✊🏽

I look at that picture every day, and it's not just about the buds; it's about manifesting success. It's about seeing myself as a cultivator, a creator, and a connoisseur in this game. The green leaves are like notes in a symphony, and I'm the maestro orchestrating the vibes.

Sure, it's about the harvest, but it's also about the process – learning, experimenting, and pushing the boundaries. It's about growing not just the plant, but myself in the process. Each leaf is a lesson, each bud a milestone.

So here I am, sharing the journey with y'all. If you're on that green journey too, drop a comment, share your tips, and let's grow together – pun intended! 🌱🌍💚 #GreenDreams #GrowYourOwn #CannabisCulture #BuildASoilMagic #KoaleesCultivationChronicles

[advancebiofuel]

Turning Green Dreams into Reality: Your Investment in Biofuels, Certified by the Government 🌿💼. Let's take the next steps together!

[greenticklerdreams]

New project:

1. Very deliberately and lightly tickle your entire ribcage, I'm talking a fingertip width at a time.

2. Mark the absolute worst spots with a felt tip marker.

3. Repeat until we have 10 dots.

4. Place all ten of my fingertips on those dots (may have to play Twister with my fingers).

5. Give you just long enough to realize what's about to happen.

6. Tase.

[addamvelaryon]

crannogman!Marilda

[reddlimington]

SZA X MLK BOULE

[cometforever]

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[feyhunter78]

Chapter Four - Jon goes to visit Old Nan and sets his future in motion.

Series masterlist

Jon dreams of you again, and again, and again, night after night, your back against the wall, bleeding out in his arms as you beg him to protect you. The time for him to set off for the Wall grows ever near, not too close, but not far enough away he can forget its approach. It plagues his mind, his desire to join his uncle, to prove that he is worth something, warring with an inherent need to be near you, to protect you from the horrors that live within his slumbering consciousness.

He has other dreams as well, smaller, less gory dreams, and when they start to bleed into his waking world, he turns to the only person alive he believes will have some semblance of an answer.

“Greendreams, they run in your blood.” Old Nan says simply, once he has finished telling her of his plight. Her needlepoint is in her lap, her frail body wrapped in thick blankets, even with the fire roaring beside her.

“Greendreams? But I am not a warg, Ghost, and I do not share a mind.” He protests, half serious, half humoring the old women.

“You need not share minds to have the dreams, nor do you need to be a greenseer to possess greensight, they are not one and the same.” She explains, her voice growing stronger as she speaks. “You must listen to these dreams, prevent the horrors if you are able.”

“I am to go to the Wall, but Lady y/n will return to King’s Landing, how am I to protect her?”

She fixes him with a look, one that he knows means she thinks him simple.

Jon stares into the fire, a silent prayer to the gods. He cannot protect you from his place on the Wall, he must make a choice, though he’s unsure if it is fully his to make. He alone cannot choose to return with you, he is a bastard, he has no place in King’s Landing.

Old Nan dismisses him without sparing a moment for his internal turmoil, and in his meandering, he runs directly into your father.

Tyrion looks up at him frowning, and Jon already fears he has spoiled his chances.

“My apologies, Lord Lannister.” He says, taking a quick step back to give the man room.

Tyrion scans him, searching him for weaknesses, his piercing green eyes, picking him apart. “My daughter, she is beautiful.”

Jon says nothing, only nods.

“Speak boy.” Tyrion snaps, glaring up at him with the might of a man three times his size.

“Yes, Lady y/n, is very beautiful.” He shifts his weight imperceptibility, hoping someone will come and save him from this encounter.

Tyrion nods. “She grows more beautiful each day, I worry for her, as all fathers do.”

Jon nods again.

“I know the circumstances of your birth are not…conventional, but they are many ways for a bastard boy to earn a name for himself in King’s Landing.”

Perhaps the gods had been listening to his prayer. “My Lord?”

Tyrion clasps his arms behind his back. “I have spoken with your father, he is to join my good-brother as Hand to the King and return with him to King’s Landing, he is bringing Lady Sansa with him, and you, if you agree to my proposition.”

Jon knew his father wouldn’t be able to deny King Robert anything, but to think…

“If you come to King’s Landing you shall come as my daughter’s guard, her sworn-shield, you will not leave her side, you will give your life for hers, and in return you get to escape your dreary life here.” Tyrion continues, giving him an expectant look.

“I am not a knight.” He says dumbly, the implications of what Lord Tyrion is asking him weighing heavily on his shoulders.

“Not in this moment, but my good-brother would be more than happy to knight the son of his dearest friend.”

“Why?”

Tyrion scoffs. “I offer the boy the chance of a lifetime, and he asks why? Because boy, I have seen you fight, and I know how deep loyalty runs in Stark blood, I will not worry for her safety if you are at her side. Besides, she is…fond of you.”

His heart sings, pushing all worries and tortured thoughts aside. She’s fond of him, his lovely lady is fond of him. “And my father approves, truly?”

“Yes, boy, he does, now will you give me an answer, or will we stand here all night while you ruminate in brooding silence?”

Old Nan’s words fill his head, accompanying the sounds of your sobs, of your pleas for him to promise you, to save you. “I will go.”

Tyrion nods. “Good, now we need to get you knighted, and some better clothing, my daughter shall not be seen with such a rumpled looking sworn-shield.

Jon looks down at his tunic. “I was asleep before this, Lord Lannister.”

“Still.”

It’s a blur, Arya’s anger then tears, Sansa’s distance, Robb and Theon’s claps on his back, Lady Catelyn’s strained smiles, and his father’s genuine one as he kneels before the king to be knighted.

The Great Hall of Winterfell is nearly empty, the bannermen returned to their homes, the servants busy cleaning or helping load the luggage of various royal family members back onto the monstrous wheelhouse Queen Cersei travels in. The sconces lit, his family and yours in a half circle surrounding him, King Robert at the center, Lord Stark beside him, Queen Cersi on the other. Prince Joffrey leers at him, but Jon ignores him, keeping his head bowed.

Ghost sits by his side, a red kerchief tied around his neck, a gift from you, one Jon was surprised Ghost allowed you to tie around his neck. It’s darker than the normal Lannister colors, more crimson than ruby.

He knows you and your father don’t have a personal coat-of-arms, but he has noticed your gowns, and your father’s doublets tend towards darker, more cool toned shades of red and gold. A small act of rebellion, a way to set yourselves apart? He’s unsure, but now he knows he’s part of that act, willing or unwilling.

It matches his eyes. You had said, smiling up at Jon as you smoothed down the fur between Ghost’s ears, the crimson fabric stark against his snow-white fur.

Kneeling before the King, Jon doesn’t feel he truly deserves to be knighted. He has won no battles nor performed any great feat of valor, he has trained, he has studied, he has been loyal, but he hasn’t done anything the bards sing about, or anything detailed in those books Sansa reads.

“Rise Ser Jon, shield of the Lady Y/N Lannister, bound before the gods, and your King.” King Robert commands once his sword has left Jon’s shoulders and returned to its sheath.

He does as he’s commanded and bows to the King before turning to you, bracing himself for the regret in your eyes. Surely this is a jest taken too far, he will look into your eyes, those verdant eyes, bright as spring, and see you realize you’ve made a mistake, see you ready to cast him aside.

“Lady y/n Lannister, daughter of Lord Tyrion Lannister the second son of House Lannister, my sword and shield are yours.” He says, taking a knee once more and finally summoning the courage to meet your gaze.

The persistent voice in his head that whispers how unworthy he is goes quiet. You’re looking at him with such reverence, such excitement, there is no sign of regret or jesting.

All that ran through his mind as he knelt before you now was this: he was not a poet, and he could not call himself a lover. For he did not have the skill with words others did. He could only say that he was yours, even if you did not want him, even if right now you fled across the continent, returned to the South, and cursed his name for all to hear. He would be yours until the day his breath escaped him for the final time.

“I am grateful for your sword and shield, now arise Ser Jon Snow, my sworn sword, my protector.”

When you bid him to rise, addressing him by his name, calling him yours the air that fills his lungs tastes sweet, and he presses his lips to your hand, clasping it a moment too long, evident by Tyrion’s sharp cough.

“I will serve you well, I swear before the old gods and the new, my life is yours.” He says, keeping his voice steady, his face set in an expression he hopes reads as serious but not stern. He’s always had trouble walking that line, finding he often looks far more sullen than he feels.

“As mine is yours, Ser Jon, I entrust it to you.” Your words are clear, ceremonial, and he would easily believe the words are typical of a sworn sword ceremony if not for the way King Robert’s eyes flicker to your face.

The next days fly by, and soon he is standing outside your door, red cloak marking him as a guard of House Lannister, hanging from his shoulders. It’s one that’s not darker than the others, which makes him feel odd. Did you not wish him to match you? Was he not deserving of your crimson fabrics? His armor is new and shined to perfection, his boots new as well, and slightly stiff, his sword hangs at his side as Ghost sits patiently waiting at his feet.

Lord Tyrion exits first, dressed in finery, a small satchel at his side. He looks up at Jon and nods. “Red suits you, do not make me regret this.” Then he brushes past him, heading down the hall and towards the main gates.

You appear next, form wrapped in dark red velvet, a white fur lined cloak folded over your arm, your gown belted with a chain of gold, that accentuates your waist and hips. Your hair is down in a Northern style he finds quite familiar, it looks beautiful on you, framing your face just so.

Jon jerks his eyes away before you can notice his stares and bows his head. “My Lady.”

You smile at him, your bracelets jingling as you reach down and hold your hand out for Ghost to sniff. “Are the others ready to depart?”

“Yes, My Lady, all but Lady Sansa.” He says, offering his arm to you.

You take it and begin to walk through the halls with him, your brows furrowed in concern. “Is Sansa alright?”

He thinks through his words, speaking slowly. He doesn’t want to give you a bad impression of Sansa, you seem fond of the younger girl. “Lady Sansa is…upset at the addition of Lord Theon.”

You snort, then hide your smile with one hand, embarrassed. “She did not expect your father to let him remain here, did she? He is an assurance the Iron Islands will not revolt, if he is not within Lord Stark’s grasp then what danger would he be in?”

He hadn’t thought of it that way. While Theon was an outsider like him, he existed in a space entirely different from Jon. Theon was Robb’s closest companion, the two shadowed each other, fought together, jested, and patronized brothels together.

“I think it is less that he is accompanying us and more that he is to be her guard.” Jon continues, half entranced as the scent of jasmine rises from your hair when you toss it over your shoulders.

“But he is not her sworn sword, so she will not have to spend every moment with him by her side. Besides, it is not as if he is unpleasant to look at.” You say nonchalantly, as if you two are simply friends having a casual stroll, your lips quirking up as you bite back a laugh.

You have perfect lips, plush and soft looking, stained a light red color by the berries from your morning meal, for a moment he wonders if you would taste of them.

“You find Theon handsome?” The words spill out before he can stop them, and he fights a rising blush when you fix your emerald eyes on him, taking him apart the same way your father did those few nights ago.

“Perhaps…” You stop right as you both reach the gates and turn on your heel, making a show of adjusting the fastener of his cloak. “Why? Do you feel threatened my sworn sword?”

“I—Theon is not a threat; he would never turn his sword against our house.” He cannot stomach the thought, though they weren’t close, he would never doubt Theon’s loyalty. The older boy had proven himself time and time again, in fact he believed Theon would turn his sword on himself before he turned it on Robb.

You pat his armored chest smiling up at him with a mischievous smile, before returning your hand to his arm and beginning to walk through the gate and towards the others. “We shall see how he feels if he and Sansa are stuck in the wheelhouse together for several hours.”

It’s begun to rain, the temperature dropping, and he wonders who will remain on their horse instead of taking shelter inside the wheelhouse. “Will we not ride alongside the wheelhouse? Theon and I?” Jon asks, scanning the crowd gathered outside the gates.

“You may if you so desire.” Your answer is vague, but your grip on his arm tightens and when he sees the assembled groups outside the Queen’s wheelhouse he understands why.

You, Myrcella, Joffrey, and Sansa along with the Queen, and Tommen seem to be relegated to the wheelhouse. King Robert and Lord Stark remain on their horses, the two in deep conversation, their heads bowed towards each other, while Theon sits off to the side looking bored.

Jon has never spoken directly with you regarding your cousin, the eldest prince, but he has seen your thinly veiled contempt for the boy many times, seen the way you shrink back when he becomes overly excited or angry.

You stop on the edge of the crowd, scanning it for your father, a pout appearing on your lips when you see him next to his horse. “And of course Father will wish to ride his horse, but he never allows me to ride alone unless we are within the bounds of Lannister land, so I cannot even use that as an escape.”

“It will be safer for you in the wheelhouse.” Jon says, nodding gratefully at the servant who brings him his own horse.

“For whom?” You grumble miserably as your father climbs onto his horse, ignoring Joffrey’s calls.

“For you, there is no other’s safety I care for.” It’s not a full lie nor a full truth, he cares for his father, Sansa, and Theon’s safety, but he has sworn himself to you, so outwardly your safety takes precedence.

The rain picks up, no longer a sprinkle, and he lifts his cloak, stepping forward to shield you from the rain. You are so much smaller than him, delicate, your hands are soft, your skin unblemished by scars, and you move closer to him, further into the safety of his cloak.

You coo at his words, your lighthearted spirit returning. “Do you care for me Ser Jon? I am flattered, truly.”

He brushes your teasing aside and begins to walk towards the wheelhouse, keeping you within the confines of his cloak. “Please allow me to escort you aboard, Lady y/n.”

You go with him, albeit begrudgingly, your frown reappearing as you draw closer to the wheelhouse. “Ser Jon, can I not ride with you? I promise I am a very good rider, and I will not bother you at all.”

“You know her father has quite the appetite for whores, I would not be surprised he had hired some to give his daughter lessons.” Theon had jested, elbowing Robb as you passed by, heading towards the library tower.

Robb rolled his eyes but laughed, which only encouraged Theon.

“What must it be like to have a lioness in your bed? Do you think she bites as she rides a man’s cock? Are lions not known for their teeth?”

“Their claws, they are known for their claws.” Jon snapped, unable to hear such vile words spoken of you, even if Theon’s questions did spark something in the recesses of his mind.

“Ah, see Jon is in on it as well. She scratches, mystery solved.”

“No, My Lady, I am sorry, but it is not proper.” He says, dropping his cloak and gesturing towards the stairs.

The disappointment in your eyes pierces him through, and he almost gives in, but Theon’s voice rings out from up ahead and he steels himself.

You nod and release his arm, traveling up the steps without looking back at him.

“Lady y/n.” He calls before he can think better of it. “If you have need of me, call out my name.”

You give him a smile and pick up your skirts, your steps looking considerably lighter, until the door closes behind you, and you are lost from his sight.

Jon TL: @mostclevermiss, @solacestyles, @2valentines

[danrosedk]

The gig yesterday was a blast 🤠 I played a lot of songs in a cozy Friday afternoon setting for an audience enjoying a pre-weekend drink 🍷 Brand new climate song “Smell The Need For Change” was also on the setlist and I could feel it connecting 💚 Looking forward to the next couple of gigs at @vejlerefashionweek and @cafe_tjilipop next week - This is only the beginning 🤠✌🏻 📸 @thorwangen #livemusic #climateactivism #greendreamer #smelltheneedforchange #musicdeclaresemergency #nomusiconadeadplanet #noplanetb #wecandobetter #grønomstilling #bæredygtighed #troubadour #singersongwriters #acousticguitars #indiefolkmusic #soloartist #protestsinger #danskmusik #musikdk #danrose #danrosedk @folkestedet #aarhus #vejle #københavn (her: Denmark) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPAPASsuDq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=