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The lawn is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return
Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn,
The sad intangible who grieve and yearn.
T.S. ELIOT

liquidnight: Thomas Hoepker A young boy looking through an East German border guard’s binoculars towards the west Berlin, 1963 From Photographien 1955-2005