Whilst my uncle pottered about in his shop, hobnobbing with the natives, pappa and I took a stroll around town. It's a small place; there's a pizza parlour, a grocery store, a shoe store, a veterinary practice, a wallpaper shop. All the important things. But mostly we kept to the greener side of things, peering into meadows and tramping through nearby fields, admiring above all the extraordinarily beautiful day.
We sat on a rock and saw fields,
saw reams of trees, droves of dreams,
high skies and far reaches
Things are just better when dad's around.
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