 Foggy, almost rainy. Inside, passing through the walnuts and apples in the window. A bookmark: Bertolt Brecht, I have been waiting for you today. Warm. Light. Smiles. The smell of paper. Pillows: shall I work or shall I dream? Wait, lucky! My work is a dream. Hot tea, crackers, biscuits. Darkest grapes. Seneca Anticafe: charm and inspiration.
 
 
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