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Two soloists live next to us. During this time, he has neither spoken nor laughed, nor has he flinched at my face, which shows it by caressing my cheeks. He remembers something else. I understand him, not my face. For him, it is just a reference to an acquaintance. He loved him once. A friend is not willing to support me. The only thing that has led me to go against the flow of this river is this old woman. A sad creature with her simple joy. He always caresses my cheeks, but this time he smiles for that old acquaintance.
Date: March 20, 2020
