I wanted to tell you yesterday of the basil cicadas, but there is something intervened. From Berne came the news that, with Greta but probably faster than initially thought to an end and so did I sat down on the next train, which was at 11 clock. In a beautiful, if slightly hazy weather, I traveled through a magical late summer landscape, the forest with golden already breathed on caps, the hedges are of single deep red bushes interrupted, perhaps dogwood? and the giant pear trees at the farmhouse was not known right, is it the last pears or the first autumn leaves, so light golden brown from the dark green foliage.
Sorry I was late, but I could see her and she was not yet determined so far away that they had not seen me and all the love taken what I had brought.
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