On the one hand I want to shout something into a pit, on the other hand I want to let it go softly.
Then after dinner we would do mending work (which later became embroidery), but sometimes it would grow over our heads and get in the way of our actual work.
Later, on the horizon, we will welcome the bees and the honey.
It’s the humming. At first you hear nothing. Then the humming swells. Slowly it fills the room with colors.
Ich liebe dich. Ich liebe dich auch.
No doubt or fear, just stand still and then choose: a play with beautifully thought-out texts or a dream without outcome.
Outside had stayed outside and while we waited for a good story, we stopped speaking and started looking.
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