You don’t know anything about people’s weirdnesses unless you’ve communicated with modern holidaymakers.
In the spring they are worn with seeds, all the weekends torch in the garden, water, water, experience, as if it did not dry. Then they experience, as if it wasn’t frozen and sprinkled, still fighting with droughts, collecting all the harvest, dragging on their hill into the city.
xhh: to one day come to work with the words "take cucumbers (pomodras, zucchini, etc.)I have nine of them somewhere.
When do you ask – and why? They are offended.