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The Hands

The last thing I saw was the hands. I’m the only witness, the only one left behind after the picnic. The one who wandered off, following butterflies into the forest in the other direction, only roused to return when I … Continue reading

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When I was young my father once took me to see an old train which was kept as a kind of historic relic at the train yard. In those days that sort of trip was exciting, because my father was … Continue reading

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