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The Grief

The Grief Big windows are nice, but the sun heats up and the room gets hot up quickly, we need to shut the blinds and close for the view of the sea line. We visited a man who lived alone and he didn´t want his day changed by us, switched on the TV as he always did at noon and we sat there seeing a program about lion cubs in Africa, giraffes and hordes of gnus and zebras. TV is a great human voice silencer, the art of talk Is being overshadowed by the visual to see others act and carry on a useless conversation so we do not have to do it. Perhaps the man estimated our errand, hoped for more time before being told his wife had not survived when her plane fell down.

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Date: 2/8/2014 7:19:00 AM
story of my father. Feels like I was always being silenced.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 2/8/2014 10:38:00 AM
yes they were not good at talking about feelings

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