Last Dance

Skogsröjet, you are the love of my life. You are the best festival in the world. You are the biggest smallest coziest festival in the world. My favorite time of the year, is to go down to Röjmyre. I always find myself chanting the name as soon as the name of your village appears on roadsigns. I love you so much, that the final road trip I did with my old car was down to the festival area of yours.

But this year… I have to say good bye. The line up was too weak, even though you have Amaranthe, it was not convincing enough, despite how much I love you, I have to let you go. At least for this year. Wacken’s line up was too good to deny, and when some amazing friends I haven’t seen in a long time begs you to come, no matter how much I love Nils Molin and you, it can’t be resisted.

So I’m sorry Skogsröjet. Today I embark on my journey toward Wacken Open Air, but I will see you and Rejmyre next year. I’m sorry, and I love you.

// Sara

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