blond

Whenever I think back to my home, where there's no one left now, I
can see that in times gone by things must have been different. In
those days people knew (or suspected) that they had death inside them
like the stone inside a fruit. Children had a small one in them and
grown-ups a big one. Women had it in their womb and men in their
chest. They had it and it gave them a particular dignity and quiet
pride.

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