Into the silence she spoke, fast asleep, six words of resignation. Into the darkness she spoke, in her dream, a shard of helpless sadness: »The way it used to be.« Flashes of childhood memories are masking the hardships all along her way. We all just stumble through time. We glorify chance as destiny, as plans devised years ago. »The way it used to be.«
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