so I started practicing night walking. yesterday, around 9.30 p.m. I froze seeing the funny little shop that sells the plastic cameras being closed. while I was staring at the empty display window, a weasel made a torpedo run straight from the gateway where I took some photos a few weeks ago. a weasel. not a cat. not a dog. not even a rat.
a weasel.
M. wrote that the ermine without the lady never counts.
damn, I so agree.
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