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But somewhere between the last divorce and this morning, Dagmar had learned to un-find herself.
But Dagmar, watching the tracks dissolve behind her like unwritten sentences, smiled for the first time in weeks. Dagmar Lost
Berlin? No. Hamburg? Perhaps.
No, she thought. Not lost. Just not found yet. But somewhere between the last divorce and this
The mother whispered, "Shh. She's lost." Dagmar Lost
She had not meant to become a question mark.
She had spent forty-seven years being found. Found by her mother in the wardrobe during hide-and-seek. Found by her first husband at a gallery opening. Found by her second in a hotel bar in Vienna. Found by her doctor, her accountant, her neighbor who always returned her mail when it went to the wrong flat.
But somewhere between the last divorce and this morning, Dagmar had learned to un-find herself.
But Dagmar, watching the tracks dissolve behind her like unwritten sentences, smiled for the first time in weeks.
Berlin? No. Hamburg? Perhaps.
No, she thought. Not lost. Just not found yet.
The mother whispered, "Shh. She's lost."
She had not meant to become a question mark.
She had spent forty-seven years being found. Found by her mother in the wardrobe during hide-and-seek. Found by her first husband at a gallery opening. Found by her second in a hotel bar in Vienna. Found by her doctor, her accountant, her neighbor who always returned her mail when it went to the wrong flat.