Archaeology

After coming to this new place, it's either winter or summer. Either the sun will stay awake until one feels exhausted, or it will hide in the blanket earlier. He is used to it. This place is Predictable, with a routine. In his homeland, the weather is unpredictable. But he always knewWhat was coming beforehand. The wind told them about the changes through whispers; if you Listened carefully, you could hear it gossiping with you. He knew when it would rain, when it Would be snowy, when there would be fog, and when it would be sunny. The land talked to him. And it was nice having someone to talk to. And when he left the town, he had people to talk to but no topics to discuss.

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