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There were days with sunshine and drifting clouds, there were evenings with rain from the southwest and misty mornings when the pine trees were barely visible. Not completely dark, but still not light enough to distinguish the closest trees from the rest of the forest. The ash tree motionless. Easter lilies in the garden, like small white bonfires scattered in an unknown shadowland. Suddenly it was autumn.

I slept lightly. I glided like strange, deformed air bubbles under the ice, and awoke before sunrise. I lay very still under my duvet, as if a blanket of snow lay on my chest, and I heard bees buzzing peacefully outside the window. Everything blossomed, and the bees flew through the evenings as if they carried the weight of their dreams on their backs.