... a glass of wine, then I also warmed myself by the fire. The landlady, returned to Crete after many years in Brooklyn, was playing on her tablet keeping an ear on the conversations that were going on around, ...
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Over dinner I continued the conversation with the landlord. He poured me a generous glass of the local sweet wine that he doesn’t drink, but his wife does, while speaking about life in this tiny Buyi ...
... lines, and flowery cavities. The traces of sedimentation could recount eons of geological history. I also relished the admiration of natural rarity.
The road back to town, which crossed tunnels of intertwined ...
... to the greeting, but carry on walking. Undeterred by my inattention, he comes down to the road and starts walking by my side. He slightly smells of wine in his breath and talks about a mental condition ...