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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that night when I discovered her, leaning against the trunk of the willow tree, very small, very hidden, completely withdrawn.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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„Yes, my grandmother and my grandfather, and again it was a farewell – the next war, the next convocation. Shortly before they had married, against all resistance, because after all, they could have waited until after the war. If she really wanted to become a soldier’s widow, she had had to ask herself. But the …

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Max Mank was old. But only since his wife died did he feel it clearly. Until then, he had not really noticed. At first, the children were moved out and away. Gradually, the friends left, and finally his wife. It had been his last support, at least since his retirement ten years ago. Not that …

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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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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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