Xurxo Borrazás

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I’m still here, lying at the entrance to the threshing floor, looking up at the sky with closed eyes, my arms spread open and a leg stretched out, sprawled over the damp grass.

Nothing hurts. Nothing at all. True, the pain had its moment, but now all I feel is nothing.

The plank gate remains open, swinging gently against its stone frame. Moino is making circles around me. Sniffing me.

It’s been an hour and no one’s come by. Above the house the smoke from the chimney has faded somewhat and the wind makes a soft, continuous hum among the branches of the eucalyptus trees.

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