16. November 2017
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Englisch
There is a stillness of autumn, up into the colors. (Hugo von Hoffmannsthal) The sunrays are still warm, while the calendar is already turned to the next page and announces a farewell in seemingly meaningless seconds. The leaves on the trees are deep red and
Sunday morning is usually the time to take everything a bit slower. Get up later. Music for breakfast. Read the newspaper. The real one. Made of paper.