The footsteps of Michel, wandering to find his sunglasses before going out, then the door and the key - ack, I'm locked in? a car that goes by slowly enough for the narrow street outside, a bird in the maple tree near my window, a car door slamming because many cars are parked on both sides of the narrow street, a small truck going by, the fan of my computer like everyone else that writes here, my fingers clattering on the keyboard, and all of this conveyed in the strong hum of a humid early summer day.
Nette, nette@nette.ca, Canada
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