On the corner of the square, facing the water pump that sits beneath the plane trees, there’s a small shop, shuttered up for most of the year. A man walks to the pump; he’s holding his dog by the collar, and the dog knows what’s coming, straining towards it. The tension is released as the man holds his hand to the pump handle; a cascade of water falls o…
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