Cita:
The weak late September sun played on the faces of his
guests. He had put so much time and effort in preparing the feast that only
bad weather could have spoilt it. He smiled up at the autumn sky, and when
he looked down again, his smile broadened as he listened to the hum of
happy voices in the cobbled courtyard that ran alongside the animal pens at
the foot of his farm-house.
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Un Saludo.