Books, anyone?

Books, anyone?

Up to some reading there? Animals just won't leave you sitting alone up in the hills if you don't deliberately chase them away. I started reading that book of Istvan Nemere, an old Hungarian sci-fi author, when I got to hear that characteristic rustling what only could mean the presence of a larger lizard. And that happened, after a while circling around with the machine, I got to be where the lizard was, and the lizard got to be near reading my book!


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