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There is no connection between these photos and what I have to say, which is I’ve missed being here. It is the middle of summer, I’ve eaten a bowl of raspberries today, and the girls are in the throes of writing novels. Elisa helped Billy milk tonight while Marta walked me. Harriet has a very complicated way of developing her characters which involves color-coded charts. And the house feels empty without Andere who is back in Spain, with her mom and dad. This week, it is just us.