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there's a siren every fifteen minutes.
a tram passes every ten.
scattered motorbikes and barking dogs.
here, it's blazing, sunny, hot.
"the birds sound like old ladies."

today, i told a friend about manure and alfalfa.
at home, it's cold and rainy. it should smell like pine.
birds chirp, sing, they don't shout.

i'm not exactly homesick, but i miss these things.
this place is beautiful, but it doesn't feel like it's for me.

or just not yet (i hope).