.
We had breakfast
with the birds (‘Martha, put your tongue in, the next bit of bread is MINE’)
We went walking
out on the breakwater, where the critturs live and the waves swirl and the
sunshine glitters
And where
sometimes you catch a blackfish
We looked over the
blue waters, back at home ..
And the birds flew
and the sea shone
And we came home
and dipped into the complete works of Sevtap Yüce and …
No ‘we’ this time!
Paulie made the most delicious Seve-Turkish dinner. I just poured the wine …
Good night, sweet
world …
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