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… was winter. It had been snowing continuously since the early morning hours. So, it was a day when it was good to pick yourself up at home, if you could. There is enough to do. Again, and again my eyes wandered to the window to check if it had not finally eased a bit, …

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„On the way to the realization of the meaning of Christmas,“ I picked up the thread that day again, „On the way. Through life. Of life. Departure and Staying, that’s what it’s always been, all our lives. We are born. It is a departure into a life we did not have before. It is not …

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Mary of Martialis always made herself worthy of her name, always and everywhere. Martial, firm, and determined was their presence. She never let any doubt about her determination. Under normal circumstances. But these were certainly not normal circumstances. Not only had she left the city behind with all her amenities, she also steered directly to …

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The flowers faded, as always, as time and time again. I had finished my thought and born him in pain, here on my black chair. Time had eaten at him, as I was, but he stood. I had watched you, constantly watching you, while the flowers were blooming and fading, while the summer came and …

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You were with me when I came back to me. I do not know how long you had knelt next to me, first in the snow, still kneeling as the snow thawed, still kneeling as the meadow blossomed again, new, virginal and untouched. Again and again it becomes new, and even innocence can be recovered. …

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I wanted, and the willingness, which suddenly flowed through me unequivocally, had a concrete name to reach you. I made my way to the other end of the meadow, where I had recognized you. You were in action and did not notice me, or perhaps do not want to notice. And with the recognition of …

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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’ll go another round,“ she said lightly. „Are you joining me?“ „It’s so cold outside,“ he said, and flung himself into the TV chair. „But since when did you go out in the cold?“ He noticed. Of course he noticed. She should not think he did not notice what she reproached  him to do. At …

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