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I have a terrible habit of leaving things unsaid for the sake of peace
Germany (by Nils Steiner)
“I gave you things I wasn’t sure I even had.”
— Miranda July
Traditional cottage house in Poland
𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍.
"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜."
"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐," 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.
"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝."
"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."
"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎."
"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."
"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘."
"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."
𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.
"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?" 𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍. (𝟹)
𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍.
"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜."
"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐," 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.
"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝."
"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."
"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎."
"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."
"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘."
"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."
𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.
"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?" 𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍. (𝟹)