MAYU
The Etruscans On the fifth day they appeared before us slender as cypresses each holding a stone. We would have liked to study their features but sleep overcame us. Our eyelashes were heavy with olives. A line of ants crossed the courtyard. Someone had just baked a loaf of bread . . . And when we looked up the Etruscans were gone.
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