L found myself on a clearing.
For whom is all that beauty?
No one to see it...
still it's just as beautiful
Or even more so.
What ideal solitude...
Perfect, cold...
Who watches me over there?
Watching me from behind that tree...
Someone cold, lonely and bored.
soldiers walk along a path...
A row of houses...
L tried to concentrate and to recall at Least one face of those who had Lived here.
people once Lived here.
L knew them.
L believe L Lived among them, too.
When someone died, we wept.
We were afraid that we were becoming fewer.
We began to move our houses closer to the road.
Everyone did so.
We all wanted to Live close together.
No one wanted to Live apart.
But L can't recall whether it helped us.
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