Lene Fogelberg

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In strength the body only knows itself, is full of itself, its movements, its words, but in weakness is the invisible and the whisperings

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Sometimes you know that you are destined to die, but somehow you are given a parenthesis after the punctuation mark: more years, more time that wasn’t meant for you but still was meant for you, a bridge stretching out into the stars, a confidence built of invisible threads, a miracle