Something is rattling outside, it sounds like tin against a wall.
The neighbour's wind chimes are doing what they have done best for the last four and a half years.
The succulent propagated from Kaapsehoop and planted in a mug is flowering. The fine pink flowers remind that I live in a space of miracles.
I'm in the bath reading and telling the truth.
But I wish I was walking into the ocean.
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