I have gone, my meadow, the black chair, my almost finished thoughts, and leaving you, above all, behind you. I have gone, and no new thought was to be found, for the wound had not yet healed.
I have gone, my meadow, the black chair, my almost finished thoughts, and leaving you, above all, behind you. I have gone, and no new thought was to be found, for the wound had not yet healed.
1. Roots Lilith was just making tea that morning, that greeted people with a clear sky and sunshine, when the bell sounded at the door indicating that someone had entered the shop. So he stood in the open doorway, as though he did not know whether he should really come in or not. So …
0. Search for a hostel Maria and Joseph found no place in the hostel, it is said in the Christmas story. Lilith would have had enough room for them. More than enough. A great house she called her own, which was now inhabited only by her. Before, it had been different when the children …