A Slovenia Memoir
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Random fragments of life in this strange lovely country, based on a memoir that will never be published.
Account by actual human who is not selling anything. Bot by Blue Bots Done Quick.
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Account by actual human who is not selling anything. Bot by Blue Bots Done Quick.
Avatar: 🎨 Alphonse Mucha
Header: 🎨 Andrew Gifford
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Dear readers, I have managed to get my original Tracery bot from the bird site working on here. It can't reply yet, but it can post. I'm so glad to have it back. Enjoy.
The Sava could be a mystery, during solitary violet twilights.
December 19, 2025 at 5:30 AM
The Sava could be a mystery, during solitary violet twilights.
A storm breaks out.
December 19, 2025 at 4:31 AM
A storm breaks out.
Quiet all through the house. Short Dragica cracks chestnuts.
December 19, 2025 at 3:30 AM
Quiet all through the house. Short Dragica cracks chestnuts.
Vladimir serves us hot potica.
December 19, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Vladimir serves us hot potica.
Tomaž shows us the rainbow trout he caught himself.
December 19, 2025 at 1:25 AM
Tomaž shows us the rainbow trout he caught himself.
Gray-eyed Jan does his laundry.
December 19, 2025 at 12:25 AM
Gray-eyed Jan does his laundry.
Stanislav waves.
December 18, 2025 at 11:25 PM
Stanislav waves.
In the stuffy cottage, we swallow beer.
December 18, 2025 at 10:24 PM
In the stuffy cottage, we swallow beer.
Primroses draw us closer.
December 18, 2025 at 9:21 PM
Primroses draw us closer.
We buy bottles of coffee from the farmer's market.
December 18, 2025 at 8:20 PM
We buy bottles of coffee from the farmer's market.
'Don't you miss California?' people always ask. We don't miss the arid drought of the land, the scorching summers, the choking smoke. Not here, with hills, crystalline rivers, and the music of rushing water in our ears.
December 18, 2025 at 7:21 PM
'Don't you miss California?' people always ask. We don't miss the arid drought of the land, the scorching summers, the choking smoke. Not here, with hills, crystalline rivers, and the music of rushing water in our ears.
Blond Maja does her yoga.
December 18, 2025 at 6:22 PM
Blond Maja does her yoga.
The children sing.
December 18, 2025 at 5:21 PM
The children sing.
We gather under the pine tree at dawn.
December 18, 2025 at 4:19 PM
We gather under the pine tree at dawn.
Everyone has come together for the evening meal. Blue-eyed Elizabeta cracks chestnuts.
December 18, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Everyone has come together for the evening meal. Blue-eyed Elizabeta cracks chestnuts.
Old Danilo repairs his tractor.
December 18, 2025 at 2:15 PM
Old Danilo repairs his tractor.
Bučerca might be the promised land, during rainy dawns.
December 18, 2025 at 1:15 PM
Bučerca might be the promised land, during rainy dawns.
A fading sunset.
December 18, 2025 at 12:14 PM
A fading sunset.
Tall, plain Sanja and kind Špela knit.
December 18, 2025 at 11:12 AM
Tall, plain Sanja and kind Špela knit.
The children run.
December 18, 2025 at 10:13 AM
The children run.
We meander under the fructiferous ash trees.
December 18, 2025 at 9:07 AM
We meander under the fructiferous ash trees.
The ruined castle is Eden, after desolate hazy dawns.
December 18, 2025 at 8:07 AM
The ruined castle is Eden, after desolate hazy dawns.
The marsh seems like a land of enchantment, on cerulean days.
December 18, 2025 at 7:06 AM
The marsh seems like a land of enchantment, on cerulean days.
The daffodils are fluttering in the wind.
December 18, 2025 at 6:07 AM
The daffodils are fluttering in the wind.
Everyone has come together for the evening meal. Blue-eyed Ivana cracks chestnuts.
December 18, 2025 at 5:06 AM
Everyone has come together for the evening meal. Blue-eyed Ivana cracks chestnuts.