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“What happened? How did you get to Montpellier?” Diana asked when Kendra finally called her. “By car,” she replied succinctly. “What do you mean by car?” Diana said surprised. “I have a car,” said Kendra. “Yes, but no driver’s license, so how did you get there and why,” her mother insisted. “A friend was driving …

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“Come to dinner,” Constantia and Cordula Kral, Konrad’s sisters, who always performed in pairs, interrupted the narration he had started at that moment. The twin sisters had both become nurses and entered tertiary orders, which meant they lived in the middle of the world like nuns, with all that that entailed, like vows and love …

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“Oh, Konradilein, I’m sure you like looking at the children while we adults still have things to do here,” said Vanessa Lieblich to her youngest brother, as insinuatingly as it was possible and necessary for her. He sat deep in the soft sofa and looked lost in thought at the empty seat next to him.“She …

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Otherwise these weeks passed in peace and quiet for Nana, Anima, Darcy and Donal. Darcy and Donal spent their days out in the fields. From time-to-time Anima visited her friends, lay on the grass in the sun and enjoyed the warmth, especially when Nana went quickly into town to run a few errands. She made …

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It was a beautiful, clear night with a full moon, that night when I discovered her, leaning against the trunk of the willow tree, very small, very hidden, completely withdrawn. An unsettling calm emanated from her, and since even the willow did not speak, since the wind was still asleep, I simply sat down next …

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I sat on the dock, on the dock again, that night. You left, sometime before that you left, into your world and left me here, here in my world, which we, speaking, snatched from the flow of chaos. Now that it was complete again, now you could withdraw. And I was sitting on the jetty …

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Prepare to you a place to return to when life has drained you, then you will find a pillow to bed yourself down and a blanket to warm you, then you will find peace and quiet and space to breathe. Prepare myself to you as the place to which you can return when the superficial …

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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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The morning looks like every morning. That getting up was not easy for me, it has always been that way, I got used to it and take it, like the drizzle that knocks on the windowpane. Almost tender, but it’s the time when I’m too busy with myself to notice anything. Quite banal stuff. Put …

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It was Sunday, 1938. The young lady, who was trying hard to earn the goodwill of local housewives as a shop assistant in the local general store, was on her way to the movies. Every Sunday she left the house just before 3:00 pm to go to the cinema. Preppy, with her Sunday dress and …

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