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We want to catch the moon as it is reflected in the water and how the waves smooth and distort its reflection. We want to catch the moon, how it pours bright and sparkling into the water, how it joins and separates teasingly and playfully with the instability of the water. We want to catch …

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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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It was a long day. I am tired. As I sit in the car again and start the engine, my longing does not go to you, but to my bed. Now just curl up and allow the exhausted body rest, that would be the right thing. Much better than sitting in the car for another …

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Awakening, a return from the blissful embrace, numbing and mind-robbing, into the reality of the factual. One morning, pouring its brightness into the room where I’m trying to find my way back slowly. To find your way into the givenness of the moment, to find your way back to the memory of what happened. The …

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When I awoke that morning, the morning of Christmas, I had a severe headache. It was as if I had run against a jamb, so much did it hurt a spot on the forehead. As I fingered it, I also noticed a rather imposing bump that resembled a horn in the middle of my forehead. …

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People are coming. People go. That’s the way it is in life. She had to experience it so often. She would witness it so often. By now she had learned to handle it. Also, for her own protection. You meet. One separates. But you should never look back. What’s over is over. There is no …

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„If we march together, yes, if we can, we can make a difference,“ Antonia thought as she set off for the morning walk to the factory. In droves the women and men, but also children, boys and girls, flocked to their workplace. It was bitterly cold, in this January 1912. Quite different than in her …

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A car had driven up. It was unusual, because hardly anyone got lost here. There were always more and more who said goodbye to the hustle and bustle and wanted to go to the seclusion. It had its own charisma, the Waldviertel, with its vastness and abandonment. Of course, there were cities, but also many …

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With her lips she closed mine, and the closing was at the same time also an opening. Sweet they tasted, after vanilla and almond, but above all after her. Soft, they felt creamy, rounded. Had I ever noticed this when I looked at her? It was as if I saw her lips for the first …

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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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