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lost.

Running a sack race hooded. Hooded, meaning you don’t see a thing.

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Oberwelt

The way she kissed him, all the eroticism and tenderness, and he found his answer, his vow, his vow to her.

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early march.

Crows at shoulder height sitting on a fence. I shiver as I pass them. They scrutinise me, their eyes say “you’re in our debt.” They’re frozen, I realise. Things around them are in motion, all’s a blur. The fence has faded into a perfect mid-grey, but they’re still there, very black, suspended in time. I …

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lost cat.

WARNING! Zelma went missing on Nov 11. Not a day too early, frankly. Last seen in Heywood park to the horror of pigeons and small children. Be very careful in the neighbourhood! Female with tiger-tail and a matching flair for murder. Will purr her way into your house and take your loved ones hostage. Needs …

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picture window.

“He won’t move from the window. Has been staring out for an hour now.” “Is that a problem?” “I think he’s frustrated.” “Oh, okay. That’s all, you think?” “That’s all? You know he cannot handle frustration.” “There’s no harm in staring out the window.” “He’s not contemplating the scenery. He’s barely conscious.” “He’ll come around.” …

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don’t say melodrama.

“No. I always wanted to be a flute repair technician.” Alexander Zeng-Hou, 57, billionaire number 401 on the Bloomberg Billionaires Index in 2017 with a net worth of around 7 billion US dollars, father of five — two sons and three daughters, all very successful in their own right, owner of luxury homes and resorts …

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Beginning 2

Looking at Winter, I could feel the wind at my back and the cold water at my ankles. I could almost taste the salt on my lips and mouth. With a gentle nod, I remembered sailing back home that day.

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white night.

The street wasn’t real. It could’ve been, though. People were walking on the pavement precisely the way people walk pavements, cobblestones were shiny blue, tree-trunks reassuring, every dog had an owner and storefronts had nothing to hide. Things were overwhelmingly in order. The café, too, was perfectly ordinary. The waiter was ignoring us, you were …

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Bright I

I am ready to love you. Every one of you. When you’re sad, I’ll try to help. When you’re sick, I’ll suck your snot for you, ’cause you sure can’t do it yourself. When your scared, I’ll give you something to be brave about. But when you need a hug, a kiss, or somebody to …

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in vain.

Woman holding a slightly muddy stick in her right hand, raised at an angle of an enthusiastic Roman salute. Body straight and statue-like. At her feet a dog. A Hovawart, body tense, ready to bolt. Head towards woman’s hand, eyes fixed on stick. Woman sways stick every few seconds, backwards then forward, as if about …

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Fragile resistance

A shell of its former self, but still standing, against all odds.

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Friends forever

They will be friends forever they’d said. In 2020 ‘forever’ was shorter then expected here in Bergamo.

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boardwalk.

It’s not the fear It’s the courage to ask: “Do you care?” A calculated risk is what you’ve been enjoying for some time now. And you might ignore what’s at stake as you’re lost on the waterfront in the early hours of a day that may not come into existence after all.

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The road chooses you

Time. The luxury of time. Freedom to choose the direction. Freedom to pay for spares and gasoline. Heading towards the horizon. Well prepared but without fixed route. Taking detours. And detours from the detours. Driving, following intuition, the landscape, a shadow on a hill. Exploring and discovering. Meeting people on the way. Sometimes yes, sometimes …

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Truth in mind

Do claims become truer if you keep repeating them? Who believes that? Someone? Seriously? Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths …

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“Took you much longer than usual to remove the makeup.” “You reckon?” (red backstage door flush-shutting, spring-slammed in place by oversized mechanism, also red) “Up for a drink?” “Sure.” (men’s dress shoes, semi-shiny, size 9.5, clacking on wet, parking-lot-grade tarmac, accompanied by squeaky noise, probably sand or muck gathered on the soles, gradually disattaching and …

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Giants Playground

It is another world. At least unfamiliar. Colors, landscape, shapes, weather. Everything is different than usual. It hasn’t really started yet. It is the end of May, the roads in the highlands are still closed. Only the ring road that surrounds Iceland is fully accessible. But in some places it already looks like a playground …

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