Tag: England
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Blackbird
Of all the seasons. Spring in England is the most capricious. Not that I don’t love a bit of caprice – I do – but she can get a bit wearing sometimes. She never tires of invention and sometimes, well, you just yearn for a little permanence, you know? Anyway, to put you in the…
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From the Night
In the pre-dawn of an English winter, it is among the world’s loneliest places. Here, few birds will fly and none sing at this hour. Awestern gale, damp and cold, rattles the scrub of a featureless landscape, finding its way into the bones of the unwary traveler. Few will travel here. Of a…
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