Ah, this summer has gone by far too fast. Up early - not, alas, for hiking, but with a day full of tasks, including packing. Packing. Gramsci is horrified by the process (probably because he associates it with my leaving him forlorn and bereft) and so he spent very much of the day in my suitcase, despite repeat assurances that he's going to be hitting the road too, and in the same car ...
I very much appreciate how his tail stripes mimic one of my jackets.
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