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Yvonne was aware that this company would have consequences. The authorities would not accept it so easily that the world was suddenly colorful and inviting, designed according to the individual ideas of the people.„It’s like reclaiming public space,“ she said suddenly, causing Mark to look up and around. More and more people joined in and …

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For years I had carried the iron belts, and there was neither happiness nor misfortune, but only indifference, but then I wanted to feel it, the happiness like the misfortune, and freed myself from the first iron belt and found in my life, from the second iron belt and found in a togetherness. And then …

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But one day I woke up, and the pain was gone, so much did I get used to it, just insensitivity. Not displacing, but changing, and on my bedside table was a picture, a small picture that had probably blown me a fairy godmother, a picture of a girl who danced and laughed. Carefully, I …

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And it was that was a day that had never been before, and never would be again. A long day filled with things to do was in front of me, and while I was working to make that list up, I wondered what was really necessary of those things, what I wanted to do about …

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The flames raged violently skyward. I had kindled a big fire, here by my lake, on that special night, and they had come to celebrate together, all the special women. They did not ride on brooms, and there were no black ravens or black cats on their shoulders. But the animals had joined us, lying …

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… to be the best of your life, full of love, life, passion and joy. Give yourself a chance.

I got to know you, as it is. We were introduced to each other, shaking hands and muttering something like, „Pleasure“ or „Nice to meet you“. What we have just learned to say so in such a situation. And it was said so, and a bit not. I looked into your eyes when your name …

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Keep still, in the face of the light of the glittering stars and the shimmering moon, in the face of the sparkle of reflection in the water of the pond, in the face of inner permanence, and keep in motion, in the face of the jetty that invites to balance it, in the face of …

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