Masks of Madrid
The Notes & Stories of Madrid: The Elements of Nature
Madrid is Melancholy
A Spaceship on Rocky Ground
Sunday, September 26
Bombing the Hill at Stub Stewart
I feel the flying insects in the air when my hand skims the breeze.
This tells me the birds are coming from above, shooting along downdrafts, and will soon flutter and flap around my head.
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