Little painting of Moomin and Snufkin. I like to imagine Moomin is going to take all of those lovely plump flowers back home to his mother. I really love these two and their overload adorable friendship.
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Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.
Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, trans. Thomas Teal