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Mark despondently dropped his hands. Now that he was so close to Yvonne, he seemed speechless. There was this tough, energetic girl who didn’t turn away from him, but even asked him to tell his story and he, with his inner and outer mutilations. He noticed how good she smelled. He stole his gaze over …

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The majority of people agree that we stay at home well, as far as possible, social contacts are kept to a minimum because it is logical that the easiest way to stop an illness that is transmitted through direct contact by not doing that. And if you shouldn’t meet anyone, then you hardly need to …

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It was a mild winter day. The sun was shining and promised a rich harvest. We had already positioned ourselves around the field in which the pheasants, taken from the aviary, hid. How stupid these animals were. They said they had something of it when they hid in the next field. But I should be …

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My love is. There is no need for attribution. My love is easy. My love is easy. It is not complicated but complex. Complex in access to life and to you. Understanding. In accepting. In entrustment. In the confidence. And yet it is simple and easy. My love is understanding. If you tell me and …

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Martinique felt her hand on his skin, feeling heavier and heavier until she fell asleep. Did she actually take this experience so seriously? Christian saw her close her eyes. Her steady breaths told him that she had left the reality, with all its demands, behind for a while. As gently as possible, so as not …

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„Quiet, it’s all good,“ Martinique heard a familiar voice that came to her from far away, as she could not grasp the meaning, only the intention, „You’re safe, nothing can happen to you.“ Slowly she came to herself as she felt Christian’s hands, the one that held her, the other, which gently stroked her forehead, …

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Christian held Martinique’s hand gently but firmly. Involuntarily, she intertwines her fingers with his. One of his fingers followed one of her fingers so she would not lose him because she did not know the way. It was not necessary. She was sure she could trust him. „Do you see?“, He asked her, as she …

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Inspired by Kieran Halpin „Where were you?“   Where are you?   If they stole her the baby right after birth From the chest, So that you can drink her milk And she shouts out the pain of a mother, Hour, daytime.   Are you so blind with greed, So numb to self-interest.

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