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They say you know rains coming when the flies are biting.

I’ve spent the last six weeks getting lulled to sleep and woken up in the morning by the incessant cries of the Burgas seagulls. If you’re not from here, you’d most likely find it utterly bothersome. But it’s one of the main clues telling me I’m home. Will look up the book. Also got Watts cued up. Chances are I’ve heard it before, but always something new emerges when he whispers truths in your ear.

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