Wie ich mich in der Mitte einer Kreuzung auf ein Schild setzte, dort den Winter verbrachte und die Welt sich trotzdem weiterdrehte.

Ende.

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By Lena

Fast walker, avid reader, poetry fan, public speaker, violinist, pianist in the making, intersectional feminist. Works in tech, writes about anything here (and less frequently than in the past).

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