A Short Visit Now in the winter the landscape was green and the narrow lane, leading up to the hamlet, was damp and low hanging clouds threatened to shed more rain. The silence was so intense that carob dripping leaves hummed like modest river rapids. Dogs barked, but didn't come out of their hiding places and no one bothered to come out to see why curs were barking. But he was sure that behind shutters eyes were peering at him, wondering what a stranger was doing here. At first he wasn't sure too, had seen the hamlet from the main road stopped and walked up. Now he knew, he had been born at a place like this, a picture-postcard hamlet were they mistook apathy for peace. It began raining and whatever nostalgia for the past he might have nourished, it had disappeared by the time he got back to his car.Birth sign: Scorpio
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