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 theplants 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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