We halted in a town the host ordered the table to be moved to the garden the first star shone out and faded we were breaking bread crickets were heard in the twilight loosestrife a cry but a cry of a child otherwise the bustle of insects of men a thick scent of earth those who were sitting with their backs to the wall saw violet now - the gallows hill on the wall the dense ivy of executions we were eating much as is usual when nobody paysSourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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