i feel very much at home in this simple concrete square. a dirt path cuts through cacti, down two terraces and leads to the noisy, wooden doors. a grey cat, Oliver, sometimes makes an appearance. we are slowly become friends. shoes rest on bamboo mat. a lizard freezes on the white wall, stalking some unseen spider.
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