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... each other. Mornings bled into dusk without shape. I ate when the halls emptied. Slept when the light failed. I spoke only when I had to.
I returned to my routines, but they didn't return to me. My body sat through lectures. My hand took notes I never read. I smiled when I was expected to and answered when I was addressed. But the words had no texture. They slid past me like steam on glass.
Something essential had been left behind in Weißer Hirsch. I could still feel the wind in ...
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