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around the eyes, looking at the scratched finger ring. It is the unfamiliar morning view, which has become an unfamiliar and familiar view for months, because the morning yesterday differed only a few climatic nuances from the morning before yesterday.

Something has slipped. But what exactly it is that is hard to say and therefore not to describe what is limited to the external circumstances, because the internal circumstances do not reveal themselves. It is the constantly reconstructed stalls that make the lateral considerations so difficult that there are no concrete results.

Shadow, yes, because there is light that breaks in from the corners that pulls its strings through the day and then through the day. It is not so spotty that the firing jets make the soil hard and cracked and unusable for a harvest. Ring shadow edges the eyes, which the drought hurts because the food and drinking water problem reaches the extent that teach peoples and continents the fear of falling into starvation and the total dehydration of life.

It becomes difficult to carry between you, the infinite, and me with being too short. The lamentation becomes heavy when the hope that is carried on fades, the pain flares up and the word 'love', O its high powers, is burned down to the last crumb.