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down from the sky, the white sailing boats on
the blue northern waters resembled butterflies
beating their wings against the summer breeze.
As we approached, small islands became more
numerous, scattered to either side like the
beads of a necklace. On some we could see red-roofed
houses. We would soon be landing at Stockholm's
Arlanda Airport. We drove into the city through
virtually uninterrupted forests of plane, beech
and pine, occasionally passing signs warning
drivers to watch out for deer. In every direction
were green trees, tiny lakes, and black rocks.
The lakes and bridges were so numerous that
from time to time we wondered if these were
actually inlets of the Baltic Sea. The Swedes
only discovered exactly how many lakes they
had when a survey was carried out a few years
ago and found the number to be an astonishing
90,000. Splendid steel bridges carry roads across
these lakes of all shapes and sizes mirroring
the sky.
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