Sölvi Halldórsson writes: At the house I visited around the day, I saw a small white-painted heart from carved wood. It looked like it would have been bought in blómabúð and bore the scrawled message "The creative adult is the child who survived". Nefnilega that, to keep in the creative fun until full life, you would have to listen to your children. I thought more about these words when I read the novel Mörtu Maríu Jónsdóttur, Fuglamál, because …
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Sölvi Halldórsson writes: At the house I visited around the day, I saw a small white-painted heart from carved wood. It looked like it would have been bought in blómabúð and bore the scrawled message "The creative adult is the child who survived". Nefnilega that, to keep in the creative fun until full life, you would have to listen to your children. I thought more about these words when I read the novel Mörtu Maríu Jónsdóttur, Fuglamál, because …