There are places that change less than others. Or, at least in part, do not change at all. Today I passed in front of the closet next to the barn and the door is still to fix. Kiddy still puts the same shirt to go to Reykjavik. And there is still the turntable disc Bob Dylan and Janis that I have heard the last night spent together here last September. If it were not for Zorro, the calf has become a bull, and the exchange between the Moldovan and German Armin Jon as a fifth of the diner table nine months would be really gone in vain. Dora
Today I helped to plant broccoli and lettuce in the garden. He asked some questions about these last nine months. We talked about the house that I rent and we would like Janis, but that hardly goes through. Did not ask me how I will stay on the farm. These parts are used to seeing things change slowly and never hurry. Them. We tried and we hope to learn.
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