I walk to the meeting point coming from the other side of the island. The quay is paved with old granite stones, and as I progress in those quiet hours I see rats running away from me into holes, some rush towards the river.
I have this feeling that we are invading a different realm, at this early morning this territory belongs to those animals and birds.
Crows, pigeons, seagulls
They come check on us sitting:
Who are those strangers?
I have this feeling that we are invading a different realm, at this early morning this territory belongs to those animals and birds.
Crows, pigeons, seagulls
They come check on us sitting:
Who are those strangers?
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