What’s the last thing that truly stunned you? Up here, above the murmuring village roofs and the smoke-thin memories of breakfast fires, the world unclenches its fists. Two horses—raw muscle wrapped in soaked velvet—mock duel in a drunken ballet of hooves and teeth, like lovers that forgot which century they were born in. Rain drums on their backs like jazz on tin, and the whole hill becomes a pagan theatre. There is no audience, only you, half-mad from the scent of wet earth and horse sweat. Th

HE KEPT WHISPERING “MURPHY”… BUT NONE OF US KNEW WHO THAT WAS 🐾💔 We weren’t sure he’d make it through the night. His oxygen levels had dropped dangerously low, and the relentless coughing was only getting worse. The nurses told us to keep everything calm and quiet in the room, but he kept murmuring the same name, barely audible through dry, cracked lips: “Murphy… Murphy…” At first, we assumed Murphy was a son. Or maybe a friend from the military—someone from long ago. Eventually, I leaned in c