A quiet night and all the world drawn in as I turned off the carriageway into the village and beheld, for beheld, though archaic, is how it was, this white bird corkscrewing down, wrenching, wings thrashing to snatch and turn around in a rise of sinewed twists up to the height of LED lamps and […]
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