I’ve already spotted a display case in the meeting room with inside a small green-coloured porcelain box – I believe.
I think it’s perfect to hold my ashes. It’s a wish that little by little I’ll find the courage to bring to light. And that is a strange thing to say about a small heap of ashes. I can try... What if they reject me again? What if, then, the Academy moves away? What if, during the moving, the green-coloured box gets broken? Oh no! Being wiped out by the Academy – no – never more.
Anna
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