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Veronique Bertier

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Night has come again for me to join her in her solitude, for her to make me feel less lonely. Most of the times, she does serve as companion, but it is too ambiguous for me to truly feel her presence around me. Yes, I see her light, and yes, I see it projecting through me. I feel her power bringing me back to life, to this prototype of life. I really like her even when it was not long ago when I started to even consider that her actual presence existed.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

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Whispering Truth

By

Veronique Bertier

Night has come again for me to join her in her solitude, for her to make me feel less lonely. Most of the times, she does serve as companion, but it is too ambiguous for me to truly feel her presence around me. Yes, I see her light, and yes, I see it projecting through me. I feel her power bringing me back to life, to this prototype of life. I really like her even when it was not long ago when I started to even consider that her actual presence existed. There was always this voice playing in the wind every time I woke up on top of my grave, a voice that told me so many things at once. So many secrets I should have known, secrets I always pondered about throughout my lifetime. They all faced disclosure as it they were nothing, as if no one was asking nor responding them, as if I already knew. It took a while for me to adapt to the lonely nights, and eventually I had to fall in love with the idea that the moon was matching over me every single second I spend in this cemetery, under her tutelage. As wise as the wind tells me she is, she doesn