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I can’t remember anything without you
She had asked me to pass by before going to the university. I wasn’t sure why but I felt from the tone of her voice that I had to go. When I entered the apartment I could hear her rummaging through some things in her bedroom at the back.
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7. Brussels and a Community, as Identity
At that moment, Brbr immediately became aware that she was in the presence of another group of ten to twenty people, sat in front of her, loosely arranged, neither in rows nor in a circle around her. The men in the group were dressed in shirts and ties, some in jackets. The woman were wearing blouses, trouser suits, a little more relaxed in their dress, but, nevertheless, they were looking just as formal, and peering just as blankly, towards her.
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Words are like…children.
Inhibit them and you will never know what they might have grown up to.
When words stand there –playing- not sure about their power, smiling to themselves, they look so imperfect, yet so divine.
Later they mature and they become irreversible like the wreck after the storm or concrete between bricks.
That is fine too! It just leaves a trail of nostalgia.
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