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  • There is love.
    And then, there is love.
    This love began with the little girl in the upper left corner, the one with a doll. That was my second birthday. Exactly six months earlier a new baby sister had been brought home. I loved her from the first moment, the first blink of the eye. One more year -- and my baby brother came. From now on, they are always together on the photos. And I'm alone. Or with my other life-long love, the Lion Lõrr, down in the opposite corner.
    I have always been convinced, and I still am, that my little sister can look around the corners. And I have saved my little brother from drowning in the river -- not once, not twice, but three times. Three springs, one after another after another. We never told our mother.
    One of the photos is of our school. I was the teacher, and the textbook was Winnie the Pooh. They learned to read, so we had one more thing to share. We had three copies of every book. Later on, we fought, we argued, we had our share of everything, but there was always this one strong thing -- us. Us saved us.
    So, these two are my first loves. And last, I guess. We'll see.
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