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I’m trying to see the beauty.

In It.

The ugliest conflict I have ever involved in.

Which began as the most beautiful encounter I ever witnessed.

The terror, pain and fear of losing each other in conflict after having experienced tenderness, vulnerability and love for the first time.

Ambiguity. Beauty.

Anything else would have been kitsch, wouldn’t it?

But no, it is either ugly or kitch.

Even if one day, a dandelion grows out of the rubble heap, withers and turns into a blowball. You pick it up and ask me for a wish. And I wish you would apologise.