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In my dreams I saw it in front of me, always the same image, everything lost, everything a victim of flames, and you stood in front of what was once your house, with nothing but what you were wearing and what you were had in your bag that you took to your friend’s house. I …

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It had long since announced itself, the rain. I sat on the dock and waited. The full moon was hidden behind a thick blanket of cloud. Drop by drop by drop fell on me, soaking my dress, my skin, my hair, but I stayed, because you had come, sat next to me in the rain …

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It starts very small. It always starts small. Just a spark at the edge of the forest. Pride and sublime, the trees rise to heaven. Decades of growth gave them this enormous height. They do not move, they are just there. And then it comes, this little spark, nestles between withered grasses and leaves, unconcerned …

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It was at that time of the year, when the winter was already in the last train, but the spring was still in the diapers, as the days were already longer, but the nights were still cold. Far from that part of the world, which in the broadest sense was to be called civilized, in …

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