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He woke up that morning to the sunrays falling into the bed. She had left for a while, she was a moon seeker and for him the art of chasing stars was a mystery. That morning coffee was cold and there was fresh rye bread from the oven. He wondered how he could get a bit of sun into his piece of bread but got soon distracted by a buzzing fly. He drank the coffee cold while thinking of her and their debts. Everyday he hoped one morning would be normal, that there would be no problems to attend to and that he'll just have to wake up to hot coffee, bread and kisses. But there was always something. He longed for normality, as a child longs for the extraordinary. He would limit his activities to almost none, so problems couldn't increase.  He liked mornings, there was hope for everything to be new. Fresh grass, fresh air, fresh minds ready to start the world anew. Evenings were awful, sunrays got heavy, saturating places with a dark golden light. Everyone seemed old and tired, fix...