30th august 2016
fog and low cloud. There is smoke from behind the
hillock where the farmers work every morning. They must
be burning the rubbish accrued during the work with the
grape vines and the olive trees.
Put on some day clothes and go to the car park at the bottom of
the village to search for this notebook in the car. The ear is
empty, there is no bag with a notebook there. Return to the
house, the house that serves as a holiday home The ginger
cat is at the doorway, waiting to be let in. It must love can
a part of this household in the past, and still expects food
and attention here.
It weaves some milk in a saucer, which it taps up
gestoso, with bad purring. search the flat for the black
bag with the notebook, and finally, find it in the dart
of the wardrobe.
On the way to the balcony, see that the cat has finished
its with. It would like more, like much more.
A large ginger cat with a white breast and underside, and
grey paws.
The farmers are at the top of the hill now, among their vines.
A child with a large dog walks up the iwtt to the place where their
voices are coming from.
The farmers are shouting now, loud and dramatic ltahim
It is a soft day, soft light, clouds spread all over the ship,
dimming the harsh light at the sun, making the shadows of
the building lighter.
The cat gets up to search for food somewhere else.
and the cock behind the hill crows.
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