Tuesday, 19 February 2019

sleep stealer

Tuesday, 19th February
There is a full moon over the old town today,
-full moon in an otherwise clear sky.
There is no time to take a picture, time has flown.
Hurry down through the town, There is the older woman Dolores, sitting in the bus shelter by the river. Wish her a good morning.
Between the houses, the moon appeared large and low among the rooftops. At the open space near the river, the moon is high and distant over the trees and the church spire on the opposite bank.
A car pulls in, and waits. A man approaches opens the boot flap of the ear, puts his bags in and then opens the side rear door of the vehicle.
He gets in and the ear drives away ⇒
Meanwhile, the Teacherman has arrived, he has grown a heard. The beard is grey, it makes him look older and even more repectable.
Board the meanwhile-arrived bus. Pay the driver his fare, and go to the back of the bus. Try to read the news, but there is no
concentration. Perhaps it is on account of the full moon, the steep-stealer.

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