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“You are a little raisin. You look like you are very cute, but cold.“ “I’m not a raisin. I am a grape.“ “Small, shriveled grapes are called raisins. It is the custom all over the country, up and down the country. Ask who you want everyone will say that you are a raisin.“ “I would …

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If I had not practically run into you, but had seen you in time, I would have hid myself in some cabin or shop that you would not go to, like one of those masking and beautifying stores, but I could not save myself, I was probably also inattentive. Shopping centers are not a place …

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Arrived at our retreat, place of rest, gathering, maybe a little escape from the world, which had held us for ten months in its spell. Mic and I lived in a small cottage next to Mike’s on the outskirts. Lead fatigue descended on me as I opened the car door and got out. While driving, …

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„It’s time for me to work again,“ said Christian abruptly, and it was like a retreat. „And what exactly do you have to work?“ Martinique asked. At least in her mind. She managed to curb her cheeky mouth just in time, because she became aware at the same time that he had purposely formulated this …

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Maria had arrived. Not only did she enter the house nearly two weeks ago, but she was wanted here. At first, a part of her was still in her old life, because only to stay in one place does not mean to be there for a long time. Soon after, this one moved in, the …

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Maria of Martialis had awakened, awakened by the now familiar call of the cock, was awakened to a new day that came, in all relentlessness. If she had jumped out of bed the last few days full of energy, she felt infinitely tired that day. The thoughts came back, but perhaps they did not return …

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Nyx sits on her dock at the lake just outside the castle, into which she retired long ago and thinks. Her long black hair flaps gently in the wind. The air is lukewarm and cuddly. But she does not notice it, for she is sunk in these thoughts, into something she does not understand. She …

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I sat on my footbridge. As always, I sat on my jetty when you came. I was sunk in a confused thought-box, so much so that I did not hear you coming, at first. Only when you were quietly behind me and put your hands on my shoulders, I was startled. My Love, the one …

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And then everything was different. From one moment to the next, there seemed to be nothing left as it was. Or not? The moon was full and bright in the sky, and yet it was different for me. The night air was lukewarm and warm, and yet it was different for me. Even I myself …

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There is the pain that can be given a name. On the one hand, it is the most painful, physical pain. Then I can point it with my finger and reaffirm my pointing with the words „There it sits, the pain!“ This is very practical, because one knows exactly what is going on. The others, …

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