Franz
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Imagine that there is a stranger, walking unexpectedly into your life, opening old wounds but also helping them to heal. Imagine that your heart can once again find a purpose after a tragic loss and there is a feeling budding like a flower, growing on the water of your blood, willing to stay afloat. Imagine times in silence after a huge storm of pain, loss, and rain of weapons, decimating your friends, lovers, and neighbors. Imagine fathers mourning their sons on both sides of the barricade, blaming each other equally for the same exact patriotism. Imagine a lie which also becomes your lie. And imagine what it is like to live as a woman in the middle of it all. War, loss, love, and a secret in a subtle game of colors. Franz.
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