it is afternoon now,13:37.
and the long rest was good, and the cake for sunday breakfast too.
the whistle to the right is still there a hiss like a steam kettle. it cannot be made to go away, so the doctor says, there is nobody that may help, no cure.
to go out and take a sundsay walk, the clear fresh cold air, the exertion, may make things better.
It is a day of slow depression and little future, not much to do and yet so much undone.
yes, a sunday walk alone, down through the town, up the back lane, past the zoo with the goats the deer and the ducks and on over the hill to the castle.
Back down into the town and home.
That will be the walk alone
and the long rest was good, and the cake for sunday breakfast too.
the whistle to the right is still there a hiss like a steam kettle. it cannot be made to go away, so the doctor says, there is nobody that may help, no cure.
to go out and take a sundsay walk, the clear fresh cold air, the exertion, may make things better.
It is a day of slow depression and little future, not much to do and yet so much undone.
yes, a sunday walk alone, down through the town, up the back lane, past the zoo with the goats the deer and the ducks and on over the hill to the castle.
Back down into the town and home.
That will be the walk alone
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