The Evening Meal

It was pretty hot by the time we drove into Georges wind mill and it was near midday. Close to a century […]

It was pretty hot by the time we drove into Georges wind mill and it was near midday. Close to a century in the old temperature language, and as often at that time of the day in the heat the black crows were circling high in the air, on the thermals – especially if they have specific reason. The site was pretty awful [...]

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