The route and environment had become my possession. My repeated presence in the landscape made me grow attached to it. I knew the vegetation in all its moods, withdrawn in the winter, exhilarated in the summer, eager in the spring, and contemplative in the autumn. I loved the island more than the people. I talked to dogs that had taught themselves to go on walks, their owners unable to search for them because they would inevitably get lost. 

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