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Snow Cover

Protected by a gazebo in the park it is snowing and the park looks calm. 
A few days ago a storm and trees had been uprooted, a skeleton was
found, probably of a bishop as the park is near the church and used to be 
a cemetery for the rich and mighty. The bones will be tested to see how 
old they are. Odd isn’t, these bones are usually of men. What happened 
to the women?  Buried in marshland? Not worthy to rest amongst rulers.
It is almost noon soon men in dark overcoats will come they have been to 
the  wine- monopoly and bought booze, as they have nowhere else to go, 
they will find a park bench and drink. There will be arguments, fights will 
break out and the police will come and arrest some. What an odd society; 
be conventional is the exhortation those who cannot end up in the park.
 It has stopped snowing and it as city noises are louder. I look at my watch
its noon, time to find a place for lunch; I’ll drink a bottle of wine with my 
meat cakes and boiled potatoes, and leave the men in the park in peace.

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