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I had dreamedfrom a meadowon which I stoodwith arms spread wide,wrapped in long, ruffled robes. Birds kept flying towards meclinging to the folds of the flowing dress,ended up in my hairpicked out grainsand disappearedonly to return a few moments later.I moved gentlyso as not to disturb the birds,but these irritated my movementsin no way.They came …

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The director’s gaze was unreadable. Excited anticipation was in the air until he finally said: “Julia, stand there. You’re not completely out of the race yet, who knows what nonsense is yet to come. Though it will be hard to top yours, but it’s entirely possible. So, Kiara, go ahead and tell us what you’ve …

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You are sitting on the terrace. The work for today is done, you think. All the big and small things that you had to do. Some things have been left behind, but that is not so urgent. You can do that tomorrow, or maybe even today, if you could get yourself up to it. You …

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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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Sometimes when I try to orient myself, try to determine where I am, on my way through life. What has happened so far? What brought me here? Is it possible to determine all the coincidences, to understand all the twists? Can I explain why I took this path and not that? In some places it …

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Lost in thought, Lilith looked at the starry sky, her head nestled in Adam’s lap, who was leaning against the trunk of a tall birch tree on which a chicken had taken its night quarters. Until recently, everyone from the house association was sitting together, everyone who wanted to and mostly all wanted to sit …

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“I had a dream last night, but I’m not sure if it was a dream.” “How can you not be sure if it was a dream? You slept and experienced something that didn’t actually happen. That is probably a dream.” “How should I know if I’m sleeping when I’m sleeping. There is something soulless and …

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On this Saturday in May my mother decided to play the lottery for the first and last time in her life, because she was actually a thrifty woman and a little bit mathematical. She used to say that the chance of being hit by a plane in the subway was greater than winning the lottery. …

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Pensive, I sat in the armchair in the conservatory of our house, enjoying one of the rare moments of silence and tranquility, and even rejoicing in life, as that day stole into my thoughts, which was to change my whole life, the day on which I was born woman of my dreams met. What is …

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Lintschi was quite content with her efforts to improve her appearance, as she concluded with a final look in the mirror in her small but fine hotel room, which she had moved into immediately after arriving in Paris. The dress flattered her figure and brought out her exuberant cleavage, without being suggestive. The stockings with …

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