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Life is too short for boring stories

„Trusting in it and believing that life leads me safely, that I am well-disposed, I step out into the world, follow my inner voice and let my intuition guide me,“ I heard myself say, in the afternoon the tenth day of Advent, when the sunlight broke through the windows like golden rain and the little …

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It had rained during the night. Once again. It was getting into the day. Once again. The fire crackled in the fireplace. The youth began to move, to move more. When they were too far away from each other, they began to make plaintive noises. Hope brought them back. It was as if they wanted …

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„Now that has already expired,“ sounds your normally melodic voice through the kitchen, much louder than necessary, where I’m still close to you, „Say you do not look at all when you go shopping?“ „What do you mean?“, I ask, also to gain some time because your attack irritates me a bit, especially as I …

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„You talk too much,“ you interjected, as I finally managed to draw between two sets of air, so that although I said the sentence before your throw to the end, but the one I wanted to follow, somewhere between will and act, vanished. Automatically, I thought, what that meant to me, if you meant that …

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