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O N E S U M M E R N I G H T One summer night— my balcony door stood open and the front door also— death entered my house. He approached her bednot even noticingme— and with very fine hands broke something delicate. Death crossed the room a second time. What did you do? He did not answer. I sawno change in her, but my heart felt heavy. I knew what he broke: It was the thread between us! [10 5] ...

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