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"The violet in Spring tells of the blossoming of the soul" There is a place where my thoughts find refuge from the world, where I read my poems aloud at dawn in March, when the first violets of the year emerge...

Sweaty, Laura, the young archaeologist, wandered through the labyrinth of the jungle. Since her fall, she could hardly remember anything, at least not the last few hours. She wasn't even sure if it had been a fall. Everything was a bit blurry,...