Scene 2
Donncha Ó Laoire on the threshold of the open back doorway of a long low farmhouse of pale grey sealed stone, a bowl in both hands and his head turned down toward the door: a lean man in his forties with short dark hair, in a dark brown-green field jacket; the dark door stands open outward against the wall, grey heating conduits run along the wall under the eave and down the corner, a folded field drone rests in a cradle on the gable, a composite-handled brush stands against the wall, a small grey yard robot rests by the yard wall, and past a smooth yard wall with straw along its foot two goats stand among slim sensor posts in the top field below a slim pale mast, under a faintly violet sky.

Donncha Ó Laoire (Human, Celtic Union, keeper of the holding)

Time
2826 UCSD, Late Autumn — one still afternoon, and the morning after
Location
A Survey Corps boundary post and the holding below it, on a Celtic Union charter world the record does not name

The bowl was full in the morning, with a skin on it, and the dog had an opinion about the morning, which the custom did not cover, so the dog had the milk.

He swept. He put the brush back where it stood.

He tried the back door at about the hour, and it came in to him on its hinges, in, the way it had come in to his grandfather, and he went through it the way a door is gone through, and did not stop in it.

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