October 2, 2006:
The dogs cry. Urgently, as if in pain. Rhythmically, wax-and-wane. Answering one another up and down the road.
This is my road. I live on this road. That is my house.
Whose dogs are they?
The dogs cry. Urgently, as if in pain. Rhythmically, wax-and-wane. Answering one another up and down the road.
This is my road. I live on this road. That is my house.
Whose dogs are they?