DAY 11

Six fairy-lit Christmas trees on the mountain and a few across the valley
in the highest village in Wales. One bright star to the south.  Not a usual
September night.

The air is cool; wind and rain holding off for now. I put on my glasses.
The Christmas trees lose their shape and shrink to streetlights. The star
(or is it a planet?) remains the same.


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