Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

peace in healing. mahler felt the sentiment of that reverberate softly in his own chest. he too found the variants of color and life to bring him a silent calm. but for this, mahler chose to chuckle softly. "out of the necessity of being a young man who enjoyed fighting vith other young men," he said of his past self, remembering how he had through blind luck lanced a festered toothwound and thereby discovered the process of infection.
"my studies brought me to midvifery," mahler ventured, pausing a moment before he looked toward the canopy of branches above them.
"and now i have attended eight births —" he counted the first and in the same thought mahler wondered if he should count any of them, guilted sense of vanity warring with the evermore shame he carried for those first babes "— and consider myself accomplished, and none of it vould ever have occurred to me had i not tried to save myself after vone of those hotheaded foolish battles."