A Jaded View
August 15, 2010
This is the view that greeted me each time I went running on holiday.
Nary a dog to be seen nor Dutch phlegm attack to be heard, and certainly no brown, steaming curls to step in and then trample around the house!
One day a car passed me.
By the end of our fortnight, the sunflowers had started to wither and lose their exuberance. They must have known we were leaving.
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