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The chronicler who narrates events without distinguishing between major and minor ones acts in accord with the following truth: nothing that has ever happened should be regarded as lost to history. — Walter Benjamin

18 September 2007

Für C.

Meine Liebe, ein Tag werden
Wir Himmel hinter unseren
Augenlidern finden.
Posted by Abjectus at 4:55 PM
Labels: palliative, poesy

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