How my day on the island starts

Island Stories #25 First picture of this morning

A postcard from the village on the island where I spend my summer.

Every morning Luna wakes me up; she wants to go outside. I know by now her routine; she first walks to the table, sniffs everywhere, and then disappears in the Annabelle flowers that you can see in the background. In about an hour, she will get hungry and comes back home for some food.

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