I always try and sit at the window at this time of the evening when the sun turns all the houses across the road golden and the blackbird is singing his heart out. No photo will ever capture it so instead I have photographed this box which I only actually looked at after I had emptied out my groceries today.
Almas.
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We don’t seem to have discussed cryptids here at LH, and I’ve just
discovered a fine one, the almas, “said to inhabit the Caucasus, Tian Shan
and Pamir Mou...
5 hours ago
I am imagining a soundtrack of the singing blackbird, squeaking window sash, thump of the book hitting, and swearing cat.
ReplyDelete... I never actually get the cats LX - they're mainly swearing about being revealed to the birds
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