What art thrusting that thief into my face?
I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the hill would be moving. I found him in his bar, quite unaware of what was going on behind his house. A man stood with his back to me, talking to him.
The sunset faded to twilight
I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
