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As I stood on the threshold of the world, activate a pipe of just spicy tasting steam of water and flying a kite, I saw particles moving in the clouds, in the fog, in the soft horizon of the lovely twilight.
I was here to view back in tine to a land of hidden memories.
These particles teamed up. My heart was pounding, I felt that something wondrous was about to come over me.
Nobody had ever advanced further, the illusions up here were too strong, they swept over the pink snow like storms. I was curious which door should open. If something should come up, my journey, which I started out of sorrow, would not have been in vain. Because until now, I've only been alone with myself and my grief.
Then the contours of a face formed, I saw a woman, her look was longing.
At first, she looked through me, but suddenly our eyes met, and we recognized each other.

It got quiet.

The cold was lost in nothing, the colors dissolved.
It was her! It was she who had been so far away from me.
What had she changed?
Did she want to send me one last message?
Did she feel that I wasn't resting, but calling her name at night?
Did my tears get through to her?
Days passed. I stood there paying attention.
She did not say anything.
What I felt in my heart was enough.
She was no longer alive
so couldn't do anything more.
Not in all the expanses of space and time and what went beyond that.

I returned to my homeland, but a splinter of my heart stayed in the north. There it wandered restlessly. I would feel this for a long time until I too could ascend into the eternity of light.
But life and its ways were long, the way to eternity was the longest path one could walk.
Then there was no more hardship.
At least that's what I hoped when I opened the door of my hut in the woods again, lit logs in the stove and warmed myself.
That look reminded me of something
what she could never have conveyed to me through words.
Tears came out of my soul.
I was happy and sad in one strange, endless moment.
I lit my pipe.

Description
As I stood on the threshold of the world, activate a pipe of just spicy tasting steam of water and flying a kite, I saw particles moving in the clouds, in the fog, in the soft horizon of the lovely twilight.
I was here to view back in tine to a land of hidden memories.
These particles teamed up. My heart was pounding, I felt that something wondrous was about to come over me.
Nobody had ever advanced further, the illusions up here were too strong, they swept over the pink snow like storms. I was curious which door should open. If something should come up, my journey, which I started out of sorrow, would not have been in vain. Because until now, I've only been alone with myself and my grief.
Then the contours of a face formed, I saw a woman, her look was longing.
At first, she looked through me, but suddenly our eyes met, and we recognized each other.

It got quiet.

The cold was lost in nothing, the colors dissolved.
It was her! It was she who had been so far away from me.
What had she changed?
Did she want to send me one last message?
Did she feel that I wasn't resting, but calling her name at night?
Did my tears get through to her?
Days passed. I stood there paying attention.
She did not say anything.
What I felt in my heart was enough.
She was no longer alive
so couldn't do anything more.
Not in all the expanses of space and time and what went beyond that.

I returned to my homeland, but a splinter of my heart stayed in the north. There it wandered restlessly. I would feel this for a long time until I too could ascend into the eternity of light.
But life and its ways were long, the way to eternity was the longest path one could walk.
Then there was no more hardship.
At least that's what I hoped when I opened the door of my hut in the woods again, lit logs in the stove and warmed myself.
That look reminded me of something
what she could never have conveyed to me through words.
Tears came out of my soul.
I was happy and sad in one strange, endless moment.
I lit my pipe.