Reading Margit Schreiner's "Heißt lieben" (I'm working on the next reading list) made me miss my Mom so badly. Not that a day went by the last almost 18 years that I haven't thought of her, but on some days something triggers me into the abyss. I believe this was taken only a couple of weeks before her sudden death.
almost I
as I see it
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