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Life is too short for boring stories

We laughed and we lived, just like that, unsuspecting, but considerate of each other. That day it happened was like any other, full of foreshadowing and hopeful. „Do we want to take the train there, up the mountain and look at the world from above, today when the sky is so clear, and the view …

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Sophie was convinced that she could do anything she wanted. When she set out to do something, she put it into practice, persistent, stubborn, and relentless. And the more she succeeded, the more she wanted. As soon as she thought I’d take a break after the project, she thought of two new ones. So, the …

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I was lying on the dock that night, naked and stretched out on my back, and small drops of water shimmered like pearls on my skin as they reflected the moonlight. I had swum through the lake, was immersed in the clear water, weightless, caressed and carried. The drops of water shimmered on my skin …

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Of all the nights that I woke up and went back to sleep, there were very, very few in which I was truly lonely. Not just alone, but lonely, like an outcast who no longer even finds a connection point to a you in my mind, whose isolation consists not only of a physical, but …

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I was so sure, so, so, so, so sure or was I just as sure as I am sure of myself, always just so vaguely? No, I was absolutely sure, as sure as I could be, that the moon would rise again the next evening, as sure as I could be sure that it would …

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I sat on the dock, on the dock again, that night. You left, sometime before that you left, into your world and left me here, here in my world, which we, speaking, snatched from the flow of chaos. Now that it was complete again, now you could withdraw. And I was sitting on the jetty …

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“You love me,” he thinks, “and actually you’ve always loved me. You just didn’t admit it to yourself, didn’t admit it. Like a light in the ailing darkness, a positioning in the midst of the vagueness of your poor, desolate life. But what, you must have asked yourself what if I had left you, if …

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What is it about, with this unrestrained and unrestrainable longing that is spreading in me, raging in me, like a rapidly growing ulcer that remains without healing and relief because there is no remedy for it? What is it, with this eternally driving restlessness that dwells in me, that takes me more and more into …

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When you enter the room, a murmur goes through the ranks of the ladies present. “It was for a handsome man,” you can literally read on their lips, but this reaction is not necessarily due to the appearance, not even the main thing, but the type of appearance. With your shirt open to under your …

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„But you mustn’t open your eyes, because then you won’t look dead,“ said the nice gentleman from the funeral home. Adele thought it over and said to herself that she would only look very carefully when no one else was doing it or when she was not being photographed. They were all there, and Adele …

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