Such a quiet Christmas Eve, town still full of furious car drivers in their cars in the morning, and deserted streets by the early afternoon.
It is so quiet, a last tour by the shops to pick up a few items and return home.
It was ten kilometres this morning, a short walk. Still, the legs are sore and, in a strange way, cold. It is as if the skin itself is cold.
After a while, just lie down and cover the legs with a blanket.
Fall asleep.
"Happy Christmas" everybody, that is anybody who is listening.
Outside the children's clinic a rosebush was blooming, a day after the frost
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