I live - unspectacular. The days come and go, I live with them, sometimes better, sometimes worse. Once I'm full of energy, then got me the inertia. Just like tonight. I phone B, chatting with her about God and the world. Then I want to go to bed, but I am undecided, internal unrest makes itself a little noticeable. I look out the window and thus into the night. It is cold, bitter cold. Tomorrow I have an ordinary working day, in the afternoon then I'm out with my daughter. So goes the time she dabbles along.
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