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A wonderful spring sun day. I decide to lie down in the meadow with my book. The flowers bloom around me and receive a lot of visitors. There is buzzing and humming everywhere. People are not allowed to get together, but nature follows its rhythm, completely independently of the hairless bipeds. I put the book …

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„Isn’t she wonder-, wonderful?“ Pippa said again and again as she watched Nanna explore the lawn with her siblings, the attentive Lilly always within reach. After her mother had so unexpectedly left the house, Pippa brought Nanna to her mother and her siblings, who were lying comfortably in their corner of the stable. Pippa wanted …

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It was one of those, no longer so frequent, opportunities, since I had settled in the midst of the most beautiful depression, apparently with the unspoken, even unthoughtful intent to stay awhile when you came to me. I had not invited you and would not have done so, since I was actually in a place …

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No antics, no extreme situations, no emotional outbursts, no violence and no crime, not even the slightest bit of disagreement. There is nothing to report about it because it does not seem to be worth listening or reading. When I think about it, I remember how it is. Easy is. I wake up. The alarm …

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Sarah and Jonas Wegener had accompanied me home, until they had brought me to the front door before they said good-bye to me, so that I could greet them again the very next day. I had prepared tea and cake, the fire burned in the fireplace as the couple entered.   During the next few …

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How can I tell someone, how to explain how these next weeks felt for me? How I experienced it and how happy I was, and all this with a doll? On the latter I had long since forgotten, for he was not a doll, he was Barnabas. Of course he did not need food, had …

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„I dream of a world,“ began Martinique, „in which there is a ‚good life for all‘. A world in which there is peaceful coexistence and no one worries about boundaries or differences.“ „That has a lot of naive, in the best sense of the word, in the worst, something imperialistic,“ said Christian, „because when you …

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„It’s good to go back,“ Martinique said as they settled at the edge of the forest. „Whatever that means,“ Christian replied thoughtfully. „For me it means finding myself in those moments when I felt cared for and looked after and protected,“ Martinique replied as she took a thermos out of her backpack and poured it. …

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The memory of you flows through me like a warm summer rain, sweeping me from all the gloom, everyday life, and normality. A summer rain in a desert landscape that lasts for months after rain, but as soon as the first drops hit, it blossoms in the most splendid colors, for a short while. The …

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I was actually first of all with the intention to finally remove all trivialities from my life. Things of no importance are all the small unimportant things, the everyday repetitions and the whole stupidity of the redundant. So, not from my life, but from my messages. At least from these, for there is no choice …

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