surface from sleep, arise from the dead, look out into the
cave. There is the wife, signalling that it is time to get up,
it is late, it is eight.
It' is dark iihe subterranean resiess with its rough limestone
walls, the light from the cave's mouth not reaching the back
at the passage. Not really.
Get up-Tadalor. Press in new clothes.
And the chest hurts, the nkage sore at every cough.
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