What’s this:
it’s sweltering, the view is only two hundred meters and everything I touch feels as it
has been lying on the beach? And I say to myself: fortunately, I haven’t had
time!
No time for
cleaning, is what I mean.
Correct: it’s
another sandstorm. Tomorrow, I play it again: washing, cleaning, mopping… grrrr…
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