Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Cave 2

. A wake, and it its dark. Proper pitch blackness. The kind of Darkness where there is no difference between having the eyes open, and having them shut.

r In a cave in Two in France. get up, fed the walls, feel for the remembered position of the light switch. Touch the switch.

28th of August 2018.

There is a wage of light from The glass greasing the halogen butt. A strange idea to save electricity. The steps up to the bathroom door become visible in the glare.

later, as the first light creeps around the caverns corners from the entrance to the garden, consider the clothes that are left in the suitcase. Opt for yesterdays shirt and trousers, and fresh socks and underpants.

And then leave for the garden, all the

plants act with dew. go into the neighbouring cave, hhere the sound of BBC.gs Having from the radio, say good morning, the lady living here is up and listening, she is on the edge of the heel. She has made coffee, and offers a cup.

The caves cat is up too, it came over, and mum. It rubs it's head against the human legs, just like the cat at home in Landshut.

cats have similar body language, he they german or French. 

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