The House before the Sea

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Thursday 8 June 7 in the Evening

From the room next door, behind the rough yellow wall, I can hear them knocking.  The man with the snappers stands at the far side of the wall;  then the window looking out to the olive trees.  I pass the evening between my bed and the terrace.  Downstairs they are preparing for the party.  Continue reading