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Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Binding a grave wreath for my grand father and practising the art of losing
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Friday, December 26, 2014
25. XII. 1993
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For a miracle, take one shepherd’s sheepskin, throw in a pinch of now, a grain of long ago, and a handful of tomorrow. Add by eye a lit...
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
The forgotten words of Alphaville: affection, to cry, autumn light, redbreast.
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Tuesday, December 23, 2014
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Tuesday, December 16, 2014
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Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars... Every year/ everything/ I have ever learned in my lifetime/ leads back to this:...
Sunday, December 14, 2014
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(Gollwitzer writes: we are more loved than we realize.)
Saturday, December 13, 2014
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