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Flashes twitch over faces.
Bring out fragments .
Darkness and lightness intermingle.
Intoxicated people talk with mirrors in which their distorted faces die.
Brief conversations and warped smiles.
The night as an element of transient moments.
Scrappy memories of nocturnal encounters.
Fragments remain in our brains like patches of textile.
ZWISCHEN HIMMEN UND ERDE - Der Einsiedler Heinrich Maucher
The decision to leave...
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