He cries of happiness
while sledding, and I
would like you to
be here, witnessing
his joy, but the path
to his existence
goes through your
deaths. There is
no possible world
where you three
could exist together.
Your deaths are
the soil from which
his life sprang.
26.-28.11.2023
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