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December 11, 2009
Do I think very much about Sibylle?
I’d say that I don’t know, I don’t give her thought, but I never forget her for a single second. It is as if I have never lived without her. Nothing connects us, but I am charged with her presence, sometimes I remember her breaths or the smell of her skin, and it is as if I am still holding her in my arms, as if she is sitting next to me and I need only stretch out my hand to touch her. But what is there to connect us: these long evenings, these long nights, this parting outside her door in the paling morning, these endless solitudes.
-Annemarie Schwarzenbach
