![]() At times the fog still clouds the view, which even without it would not be clear. Something warm seeps through the tiny cracks in the vehicle. The first cars take to the road, and for a few kilometers, they pass alongside the railway. ![]() Here and there the dew clings to the waves of grain. A fleeting night offers a glimpse of landscapes animated by unchanged field work. Just maybe, though, there is a bit of light left. The odd forgotten blade of grass waits motionless in the windless early dusk, in the distance scattered woodlands mingle with border villages history has forgotten. Slowly the long shadows of the telegraph poles, once meant to connect a continent to come, retreat in the harvested fields. As if they have forgotten the point of flying, have lost the faith in being borne up by the air, the creatures perch on the slender branches. ![]() Not a single bird takes off from the leafless trees, not a single wing beat can be heard. Manès Sperber, Wie eine Träne im Ozean ( Like a Tear in the Ocean) In every generation there must be those who live as if their time were not a beginning and an end, but rather an end and a beginning. BeeLine Reader uses subtle color gradients to help you read more efficiently.
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