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Life is too short for boring stories

With all naturalness. So it was to share everything, including housework. Jesus, Mary and me. All the little things that are done because they are to be made. Rinse the tea cups e.g. Because you want to fill them again. Clean up the kitchen and the rest of the house. There were no discussions. It …

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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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„What are you thinking about?“, Mary asked me, as she handed me a cup of tea and sat with her to me in front of the fireplace. „How can you really celebrate Christmas, the feast of life for all, with a woman in the center and at the same time telling her she’s not worth …

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„Christmas is only nice with children,“ I heard again and again. But even more often, how much stress that means and how much you look forward to it when the hustle and bustle was finally over again. And so I sat at home and thought, why do you do it all then, especially when there …

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