A man in a long leather coat stands on his fourth-floor balcony on Kramgasse overlooking the Zahringer Fountain and the white street below
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i want to say more and more and more but i never do and thus my lj is just a knotted piece of string barely carrying enough information to show what my life may have been like, to researchers in the year 2081. [100th anniversary of me]
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