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Life is too short for boring stories

The chaos was in the river, still in the river, around the safe harbor that we let become in our words, our jetty on the lake, the lake, the ferryman and the window. We let the water of the lake wash over us, dived, swam, but when we reached the opposite bank it was the …

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There can only be one way to get together, the direct one. There can only be one willingness to be with one another, the unconditional one. And there can only be one time to be together, the now. We sat on our jetty, still flowing around, blown around by the chaos, but already with a …

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The wind had driven away the clouds and the sun was shining and sparkling in a clear sky. It pulled me out, also to the graves and the churches. Here, according to legend, settled Kevin of Glendalough and very quickly found many followers. Now the place is a tourist attraction, picturesquely located in a valley …

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„What are you looking for again now?“ You ask, the hands distinguished in the hips.„Actually, you have not put your hands in your hips, but on the waist, and at all, why in, then when on. In would be right, if you had 150 kg, and your hands in the stumbling so disappear into the …

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We have gone out without a fight. It happens. Even or just because the arriving will be there, of which we went out. It is not declared as a goal because we have left behind the sphere of accomplishment, almost at all costs. It is the way to go. From that point to another. Maybe …

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