Neither young nor old, I am here in this Northern country where a summer rain is showering silver. The door is wide open, to birdsong and the fragrance of water on sun-warm asphalt and lush gardens.
I light a golden candle in the silver light, sink into my sofa and have a little competition with my friends in a chat window: posting pictures of the weirdest books we have on our shelves. Surgical Pathology is winning hands-down.
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