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path through village, black cows |
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A slippery, steep path leads through undergrowth up to the village. I stepped through an opening in the fence and found myself in an open space. On two sides are houses, one with horns at the gable. In front of this one sits an old man weaving a basket. At the other house, a woman is busy. She is quite old and gives me a friendly smile. She chases away a dog which begins to yelp at me. Three black cows which stand in front of the house take little notice of me. |
