Letter from my father
NR.84605 When you met your friends, I was never bitter. There are no golden palaces for anyone. But in my dreams, while the nightblind birds held their breath, and while the waves whispered in your ears, I was standing at your doorstep. Embracing you without being denied.
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Georg Erdmann
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