Francesco, only lived in his mother's womb for 5 months, grew to be a fire tree that now reaches the roof of our house. The morning sun shines on it brilliantly. In the afternoon, the hot summer air accompanies those thin branches and tiny leaves to a dance.
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"How should I not be grateful to my whole life? -And so I tell myself my life." Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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