The notebook cover showed images of a town surounded by hills.
There was no snow and yet the mountains had a whitish sheen, a sort of assumed alabaster.
Smoke spiralled from many of the chimneys of the houses, the pottery and the blacksmith.
A big sign shouted “Bank of Sideways – Loans you never regret”.
A gate secured the only road in.
A tavern and a string discotheque (acoustic only) seemed the only places where sounds of life being lived seeped beyond their walls into the street.
Notably, everyone smiled, even at strangers.
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