It was a late day, and somehow there was no wish to do anything.
But it must be done, the daily walk, the leaving of the house, the going out into the world.
It will be too easy to turn the back on all of that otherwise.
It must be done.
At the castle, they were steaming the weeds again to destroy them.
It was cold enough for the steam to be visible
Here is a picture
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