jockey for an optimal

4-July'7

Wait for the bells outside the window to chime, to ring, or to toll, all after their fashion. Press the button on the alarm clock as it attempts to join the chorus. It is tuesday, terca, the third day of the week, after Sunday.

Shower, wash the teeth, find all those things for the day. Today is the day for the waste bins, so take the bins out, or rather, take just the one out. It is grey and on the side of the entrance way, now. Waiting for the rubbish disposal people.

On the main street, the sound of the municipal workers clearing up the waste left by yesterdays festivities. They are using air blowers, very noisy.

The strange cafe at the town gate is open, awaiting customers. And there are pigeons, picking away at the pavement crevices.

At the bus stop, watch a cormorant lift of the water, and fly downriver, so low of over the water that it's wings almost seem to touch the shiny surface...

        Big black bird with a long neck
Dolores wishes good morning as she goes ahead to board the bus. There is no small change for the driver today, he has to change a ten Euro hill.

Say good morning to the pigtailed smoker at the station, before getting a coffee, large, at the Yuma cafe. Something has changed here, not as was, no longer friendly.

"At six, leave for the platform. Watch two pigeons eat crisps, or breadcrumbs there, and watch all the fellow passengers jockey for an optimal maths-constructed boarding position as the train comes in.
Germans.

Tao interesante!
how interesting

watch them struggle aboard, then walk over and take a free seat near the entrance.

,. The landscape through which the train drives has the deep colours of early summer, strong dark greens and the yellowing fields of grain. All of this under a sky with many clouds,: occasional flecks of blue between them

That is it, the second day of the week, the 3rd Since sunday

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Wait for the bells outside the window to chime, to ring, or to toll, all after their fashion. Press th button on the alarm clock as it attempts to join the chorus. It is tuesday, terra, the third day of the week, after Sunday.

Shower, wash the teeth, find all those things for the day. Today is the day for the waste bins, so take the bins out, or rather, take just the one knout. Itisgreyiandonthoscdeoftte entrance way, now. Waiting for the rubbish disposal people.

On the main street, the sound of the mime in workers clearing up the waste left by yesterdays festivities. They are using air blowers, very noisy.

The strange aife at the town gate is open, awaiting customers. And there are pigeon. aching away at the pavement.

At the bus stop, watch a cormorant lift oft the water, and fly downriver, so low of over the water that it's wings alma seem t-touch the shiny surface...

        Bog blackbird with a long neck
Dolores wishes good morning as she goes ahead to board the bus. There is no small charge for the driver today, he has to charge a ten Euro hill.

Say good morning to the pigtailed smoker at the station, before getting a coffee, large, at the Yuma cafe. Something has toyed, ie is no longer friendly. As soon yesterday...

"At six, leave for the platform. Watch two pigeons eat crisps, or breadcrumbs there, ara watch all the fellow passengers jockey for an optimal maths boarding position as the train comes in.

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watch them hoard, walk over and take a free seat near the entrance.

,. The landscape through which the train drives has the deep colours of early summer, strong dark greens and the yellowing fields of grain. All of this under a shy with many clouds,:

t occasional flecks of blue between the

That is it, the second day of the week, the 3rd Since °-nn.la.].