The neighbours
September 11th 2015 The yoga guy never came. The rain has stopped now and before it gets dark I need to find a guest house. And so, back down the hill, yeay. I'm about to re-take the main path down to town. I turned to read a sign my curiosity encouraged having seen the back of it; it displayed rooms for rent. But I had just walked past who could only have been the owner...? Without breaking his smoking motion he poi
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