August and my last day of being in this house begins with a long, seemingly endless shower. It is so gentle and long that for once the tropical birds are also singing whilst its raining. I can hear a woobly bird very very distantly.
After all those bucolic, peaceful thoughts, a giant moth the size of my palm suddenly flew into my room, resulting in panic and screaming. Mike had to help me chase it out. He opened the window to let it out. "How strange," I said, "in all this time living here I have never thought to open the window before..."
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