After I returned from an abortive first day at work (the person who I was supposed to meet failed to remember to show up for the meeting), I spent two hours sitting in the cold flat waiting for Barbora to return from college. The world behind the window panes was filled with sunshine and lazy cool breeze was calming down the heat rising from the blacktop. An ideal day for a trip.
When Barbora returned, she fixed us some toasts we packed into my backpack and left for the Seven Sisters.
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