Reflections on the twlight of life at Bad Kissingen, "a Mykonos for the old, a Mallorca in Germany, an island without sea."
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For some reason, I understood and yet didn’t understand what was spoken because in the dream I began to cry.
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Room to hear my thoughts
A cup of joe to warm me
Chat with a good book
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Daily haiku: Doors – Before each a choice/ Not knowing what’s behind them/ Exits are entries
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