Back at Almaas, the eerie farm in the countryside where no one lives any more, experiencing the landscape in heavy rain, though without snow. There were lots and lots of small windflowers everywhere that will probably burst into bloom very soon, small creeks running through the fields... and I also discovered these guys. I don't know what they were doing there; but they looked as if they were buried up to their necks, and still sleeping after a winter under the thick snow. They were very quiet, and even weren't even disturbed when Ivar and I started to borrow their hair to use as wigs. I wonder what they'll be up to the next time I'm there.
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