You don’t know where this lane goes to or what’s behind the stone wall.

There is water flowing somewhere near – you can smell it, musty and soft, tangy and sweet.

The flap of a bird on the wing. A ruffle of wind.

It’s almost night but you will follow the old road towards the light, hoping to catch it before the sunset fades away.

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