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Day 20 Castrojeriz to Frómista
The windmills blink at you.
This one is you are saved by grace, not good works. But you should do good works anyway, I think. 
Oh right. This landscape again now.
Good bois.
It’s all the same here.
It’s cutthroat in this town. Guy just rolled down his car window to dump on the restaurant I’m sitting outside.
The manager gave me an orange for my breakfast tomorrow.
Chuk-chuk-chuk-chuk.
My tea and I are keeping an eye on things in the street.
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