Friday

Chapter XI - Remembrance and hillsides

So there I was away from the house and almost completely immersed in whistling my new little fancy traveltune. It did do the job remarkably well considering the odd silences surrounding us on all sides. Once I believe I saw the wings of an angel disappearing behind a large pine. Well that's music to you, it can summon all sorts of creatures. When the forrest suddenly ended and gave over to rustbrown rolling hills I decided that it would soon be time to start looking for you again. From the north came the calming thunder of a freighttrain on its way to the coast.

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